From Abenlice...

Clad in robes white and gold, hidden in the plain sight

Followers of the Corn roam the lands day and night

You may heard of them once, and you will do so more

As they'll pour in your lands and enlighten you all

Mighty sprouts grow to ripeness, together as one

In the battering rain or in blistering sun

In the fields golden, vast, or at Cornhub's Exchange

Thus will gift of Corn usher in much needed change

As intended by gods in smooth butter's embrace

Reunite with its holy and glistening grace

Enticed many a plain folk and entrepreneur

It is rushing through world, making stock market roar

If you're hoping to stop them — a warning hereby:

Quality fertilizers are hard to come by

Stand aside or be turned into it you soon may

And become one with Corn in yet another way

If in contrast you hope to assist in their quest

Then to seek out one of them do your very best

Hesitate not a moment and go right ahead

Into golden and generous Fae promised land