A Popping Performance

I was nothing more but a piece of corn
just a golden plain seedling
along side of my fellow brothers and sisters
waiting for someone to help us escape this confinement place
how we wished to dance and be popping around freely

We had been here for our chance to enter the stage
to show our worth. 

One day as by miracle she must of heard our longing to be free
to pop,the door to the stage had finally opened
which we began at once to twirl in the heat of the light

And by time we had involved into lumps of delight
showing our true self's that were soft to the touch sadly though
not everyone had transformed into delightful puffs of popcorn

Some were still those plain golden seedlings
that didn't quite make the cut.
So then the time had come to a halt  

we knew we had performed well
to serve as a tasty treat
at least in the end we got to freely dance and twirl
in the warmth glow of that stage light.