Corn Song

When the corn’s in tassel, Walk through the rows, And hear the blades whisper As the wind blows; Of tall, plumed lovers Who bend to woo, Silken clad ladies As true knights do.

When the corn’s in tassel The brown bees come, To sing in the chorus With musical hum; While butterflies flashing In raiment gay, Attend the corn maidens On their bridal day.

When the corn’s in tassel, The fireflies bring Lamps for the service, And gold for the ring; While moths and beetles In costumes queer, Come to the weddings From far and near.