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Seventh-day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Aug 14, 1900

BABY CORN.

A HAPPY mother stalk of corn Held close a baby ear, And whispered: “Cuddle up to me; I’ll keep you warm, my dear; I’ll give you petticoats of green, With many a tuck and fold, To let out daily as you grow, For you will soon be old.”

A funny little baby that, For, though it had no eye, It had a hundred mouths; ’t was well It did not want to cry. The mother put in each small mouth A hollow thread of silk, Through which the sun and rain and air Provided baby’s milk.

The petticoats were gathered close Where all the threadlets hung, And still, as summer days went on, To mother stalk it clung; And all the time it grew and grew— Each kernel drank the milk By day, by night, in shade, in sun, From its own thread of silk.

And each grew strong and full and round, And each was shining white; The gores and seams were all let out, The green skirts fitted tight, The ear stood straight and large and tall, And when it saw the sun, Held up its emerald satin gown To say, “Your work is done.”

“You’re large enough,” said Mother Stalk, “And now there’s no more room For you to grow.” She tied the threads Into a soft brown plume— It floated out upon the breeze To greet the dewy morn, And then the baby said, “Now I’m A full-grown ear of corn!”

— The Independent.