At any festival of flavors
There are many so delicious
But sweet corn is right on top
Of the food-type of business
Oh, I just love fresh corn
There’s so many ways to fix it
But I like right off the cob
It sure makes a tasty hit
It can be roasted on the grill
Or boiled till it’s done
When I smell that aroma
I’m gonna grab me one
If it’s dripping with hot butter
It’s fixed perfectly for me
If I hear, “Corn on the cob! ”
That’s where I wanna be
As you sink your teeth in
You detect a crispy crunch
In summer I go searching
And buy myself a bunch
Of course there’s other food
As you wade through the mob
But I just love the succulent taste
Of crunchy corn on a cob
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