I grow in tall rows, sometimes shaped like a maze, my kernels are many, my leaves catch the sun’s rays. I’m popped and I’m ground, I’m sweet and I’m tall, I’m found on your table, or fields in the fall.

I can stand tall and also hold some sign but without me you all be burden over time

I put out fires I sound like a tramp I'm coiled and weak, but can be firm and straight when you run a good flow

Green on the outside. Yellow on the inside along with an avocado seed. When smashed you make this tasty dish...

I cover completely With perfumes I can smell so sweetly Get me tight on a drum To get a really good hum