My corn is green with red tassels,
I am praying to the lightning to ripen my corn,
I am praying to the thunder which carries the lightning.
Corn is sweet where lightning has fallen.
I pray to the six-coloured clouds.
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I never drink water because of the disgusting things that fish do in it.
by John Vance Cheney
Hearken Summer's song
All her glad path along:
Hand and heart together,
Come while yet you may;
In the sunny weather
Walk the happy way;
Let none delay, let none delay;