Sweet Corn

"As we travel along on our earthly path

Through this beautiful world God has made

Tramping along at a stately pace

Like elephants on parade.

We discover the pleasure of grass and sun

And music and light and talk

And the joy when a day of hard work is done

And you've cleared five acres of rocks.

The joy as you climb in your bed at night

The joy of the brand-new morn

But of all these pleasures the greatest delight

Is a supper of fresh sweet corn.

O that fresh sweet corn that the Lord sent down

So we know how heaven will be,

No grief, no tears, just the young golden ears

Plenty for you and for me.

Though the road be hard and deep is the night

And the future we cannot see

Take my hand, dear Lord, and I'll be all right

If you'll save a few ears for me."

The one, the only...Garrison Keillor