As he walked he sang with all his might about the ocean, and the summer time, and any other pleasant thing that came into his head.
He made it up as he went along, and grew quite out of breath at last, and had to stop.
Just as he had got his breath and was meaning to begin all over again, he saw something very small and yellow on the edge of the walk.
Then he began to sing the song of whatever it might be that was so small and yellow.
This is what he sang:—
“I wonder what this is.
I guess it is a kernel of corn.
I wonder how it came here
All alone by itself.
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I wonder if it can be planted
In the grass in our yard.
Yes!”
When he said “Yes!” he stooped down and dug a hole in the ground in the dooryard with his fingers.
Then he put the kernel of corn in the hole and covered it over with dirt.
Afterwards he stood up and sang at the top of his voice, “Now I guess it will grow!”
Of course it grew!
After a few days it poked itself up through the earth to make Little Me Too remember. For Little Me Too had forgotten all about it.
When he saw it poking its head up through the grass, he didn’t remember even then that it was the kernel of corn.
It had changed.
When he put it into the ground and covered it with dirt, it was yellow and hard.
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Now it was green and soft. It looked somewhat like the rest of the grass,—but not just like it, or Little Me Too wouldn’t have noticed it.
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