Wild Corn
The cowboys came in for supper,
they were hungry as they could be.
Dusted off their pants with their hats.
hung their spurs upon the tree.
They washed their hands and face
in the tub out on the porch.
"Beans and cornbread again?" Buck muttered
"I sure wish we had some corn."
Buck saw in the mid of the table.
there set a great big bowl of corn,
steaming hot with lots of butter
well peppered, and yellow as the sun.
His mouth half-full, Buck asked the cook-
"Where did you buy this corn?
It is the first thing you cooked right
from the day that you were born."
"I didn't buy it", barked the cook
"Its wild corn and it's free,
There's a little patch growing down the hill
Where the outhouse use to be."
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