Kids of the Korn

Kids will be kids and pop about.
Kids of Korn are butterful too.
Korn Kids are born a sprout.
Colorful skins in orange and blue.

The eldest is Seedy Korn.
Watered and warmed in the sun!
With time... others are born,
Being a Korn Kid is oh such fun!

Second to come is Little Sprout.
She's fresh and simple as can be!
From the soil she wiggles about,
As a Korn Kid she's quite a dandy!

The next to arrive is little Shoot.
You'll see her if you look really hard!
Step carefully with your boot
Don't sit on her when you get tired!

Korn Shoot grows up oh so fast!
Time nicknames her "Little Stalk".
She's still a Kid of the Korn,
but she's now learning to talk!

Korn can't talk... you say!
It must be quiet and warm.
Outside at the end of the day
hear the speech of that newborn!

Baby Stalk talks... you see.
Listen, her talk you can hear.
Stalk crackles loudly with glee!
As knee-high she grows so near.

On the 4th of July she crackles.
Her height grows really tall.
Sounding like hen's crackles...
She's the greenest Korn I ever saw!

As Stalk grows a sister she gets.
Little sis is named Korn Tassle.
She has golden hair a little bit;
Combing that hair is such a hassle!

Pop Korn is so very proud!
A new kettle of Kids is near.
A kettle to crackle loud...
with his popping children dear.

Mama Maize is ready to burst!
Ready to reveal an ear.
This family will be her first!
But she has nothing really to fear.

Here comes young Korn Kob.
There's no baby  Kernals yet.
The little guy is ready to sob,
but Mama Maize said... do not fret!

Then all of a sudden seen in a row...
were many Kernals all so very little.
Soon to be happy in a bowl...
after being for a time in the kettle.

The Kernals will need a name.
So many then perhaps a number.
Resorting to numbers is so lame!
That's for sure a real real bummer.

Perhaps they are named by the row.
And then added a letter for each.
Mama Maize with kids in tow...
looking for their Pop to beseech!

Another Kid is growing out.
This one's got hair like milk.
What's this new Kid all about?
Is she Korn or merely Silk!

Ah, but Silk needs a family.
Maybe she can be a Kid of Korn.
"Not one of us!" said some lamely.
We wish you were never ever born!

But Silk became a Kid of the Korn.
She was needed to feed Little Kob.
Her smooth hair was soon to be shorn.
Little Silk is now gone, we sadly sob!

Pop Korn was anxiously awaiting.
He waited well with Mama Maize.
Married to Mama and not just dating.
Waiting for Korn Kids in a daze!

Mama's Daddy was Kernal Korn.
He was old and very very stern.
Medals his shoulders did adorn.
Listen to him and you will learn!

The Kernal wanted Kids so many.
Each one would carry his name.
Mama assured him Korn aplenty.
She was a fertile Korn-fed dame!

The Korn Kids were all growing fast.
Some of them had skins so soft.
When at harvest the hardest will last.
Harder than ever the hardiest scoff!

One big Kid was Korn Shuck.
He held the family together intact.
His duty was hard; such bad luck!
He held them together, together in fact!.

Tassle smelled of the best perfume!
The others were all so blah you see.
But let's get on, we'll resume.
Good Korn Genes is the key!

Genes from whence the Kernal came.
They're the hybrid which made them strong..
Popped by Kernal Korn and his Korn Dame!
Making Korn as they sang the old Korn song!

The Korn family had strong roots.
They had their feet in the ground!
Many bare little feet and no boots.
No boots anywhere can be found!

The Korn song is so sweet!
It tells of Korn and his birth.
Korn long grown in the heat.
Soon to be roasted on the hearth!

Mama Maize was named by our foe.
Those red men who fertilized with fish.
Red men using Korn for their dough.
Who used the Korn as their main dish!

Some Korn has gone bad.
All Korn never makes it good!
Bad Korn is truly so sad.
Korn Blight always in a mood!

Blight went bad as disease came by.
Hardy Korn was covered by Shuck.
Korn Blight we so sadly sigh!
Bad Korn is such  terrible luck!

Korn Kernals all born without name.
They were finally fully mature!
Out of the Korn Shuck here they came...
Kernals of Korn with a great future!

They all heard the sound of the tractor.
The turning auger what made the sound!
Running and screaming not a factor...
without boots they were stuck to the ground!

Then came the combine and took them most...
Leaving behind the Roots and Stalk.
All but the Korn the rest became toast...
Gone forever... so is the talk!

Little Korn Kob shed the Kids...
Nothing was left, but his own shame.
His clothng of Kernals were finally rid...
the farmer was the one who was to blame!

But maybe there was a future yet!
Unnamed Kernals were weighed and dried.
A new birth for them, this I bet!
Ready to be roasted, boiled and fried!

Screaming upon hearing this news...
some were scared out of their wits!
There were cries and hisses and boo's,
they were so scared it gave them fits!

Oh, but the news was not so bad!
They were so sadly mistaken.
Each of the Korn Kids were so glad...
they were not to be foresaken!

A holiday was coming soon!
The celebration saved the day.
Gossip Korn was such a goon.
They were there for the holiday!

Kids would play and line them up.
Some would lie on a bingo card.
A few were licked by the pup...
Each were happy in that regard!

Korn Kids were blessed indeed!
Others ended up in dire straits.
Some were popcorn and in feed...
and some ended up in fish baits.

Korn Kids were stored in a box.
They were taken out each fall!
The grim reaper was outfoxed...
For the Korn Kids stood really tall!

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