Songs with rhymes of wheat

Where the wavin' wheat,
Can sure smell sweet,

Mama chicken looks for corn and some wheat
That will give them dinner, that will give them heat

It's not the barley or the wheat
It's not the oven or the heat

If none of us on acres, and none of us grow wheat
Then who will feed our people when our people need to eat

He threads my needle, creams my wheat,
Heats my heater, chops my meat;

Father of grain, Father of wheat
Father of cold and Father of heat

They might be heat
They might be frying up a stalk of wheat

I went for a walk on a stalk, on a stalk of wheat
And it felt like a trillion feet

Not one of 'em complete
I was the whole grain without the wheat

Bleeds onto the fields and kills the wheat
Harvest comes but will we ever eat?

Make 'em nice and neat
You see him with his shotgun there?
Bloodied in the wheat?

They don't sow potatoes, nor barley, nor wheat
But there's gangs of them diggin' for gold in the street

Be aware of the pollution that dem dumpin' inna the street
Low the dumplin' and the wheat

And the rooster cut his weevily wheat,
The catfish tromped the cuckoo's feet,

We'll march the world down in defeat
Take the fields of oil and the lands of wheat

Acres full of dying wheat
Burning brightly at our feet

The Mickey Mouse badge told the Ayatollah at his feet
You drink your oil you schmuck, we'll eat our heads of wheat

Once he spread the wheat
Had made garlands for his feet

The southern breakfast treat
Referred to as grits
But it looks like cream of wheat

Can you take my silver wheat?
Mix it up with butter and treat