Charms by James Whitcomb Riley — Read

I. FOR CORNS AND THINGS.

Prune your corn in the gray of the morn / With a blade that's shaved the dead, / And barefoot go and hide it so / The rain will rust it red: / Dip your foot in the dew and put / A print of it on the floor, / And stew the fat of a brindle cat, / And say this o'er and o'er: - / Corny! morny! blady! dead! / Gory! sory! rusty! red! / Footsy! putsy! floory! stew! / Fatsy! catsy! / Mew! / Mew! / Come grease my corn / In the gray of the morn! / Mew! Mew! Mew!