#429
The Cornfield
Down in the cornfield
Between the mighty rows,
Little evil creatures lurk
Who gnaw on children's toes.
Their eyes are red and silver,
They see only at night;
The only thing that kills them
Is reflected full moon light.
Always take a mirror,
Always take a wand
In case someone should toss you
Past the moonlight's deep beyond
Into the evil cornfield
Like an ancient vagabond;
Into the evil cornfield
Where there is no correspond.