The Nine-Lived Corn

THE NINE-LIVED CORN
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The corn was killed in early May-
The flood had wasted it quite away

And later on it died again,
And rotted ‘neath the constant rain

Once more we tolled its final knell;
The seed had not been tested well

Yet later it began to sprout,
Then died The weeds had run it out

And later yet, still thin and pale,
It perished in a storm of hall

Then came a fierce and burning heat
It died that week of “füred” feet

And then the awful sinut arrived
And not a single stalk survived

And soon we watched it, in dismay,
Dry up and shrivel quite away

Then came the last and saddest death:
It wilted neath the frost king’s breath

Nihe times it dled; and yet that fall
We built new cribs to hold it all

Now tell me, Is there any cat
With lives enough to equal thatt
-George Fitch