Children of the Corn

I Spy children in the corn, between the rows of stalks.
I Spy 3 boys who would rather run than walk!

I Spy children of the corn, by some Indian Corn sprouts.
I Spy 4 smiling boys, as well as a whale that spouts.

I spy a grabbing hand, an injured finger, a chocolate milk stain.
I spy 3 potato plants that look like they need rain.

I spy a garden filled with vegetables that are grown.
I spy a place where work and love have also been sown.