The crops, the grains. Fields of rippling wheat.
Wheat. All there is in life is wheat.
Oh, wheat! Lots of wheat! Fields of wheat.
A tremendous amount of wheat!
Yellow wheat. Red wheat.
Wheat with feathers. Cream of wheat.
Soon we shall be covered by wheat.
Did you say wheat?
I'm dead, they're talking about wheat.
"I visit the orchards of spheres and look at the product,
And look at quintillions ripen'd and look at quintillions green."
-- Walt Whitman