Popcorn
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There's corn on the chair
and corn on the floor,
corn on the couch
and corn by the door.
It's corn dropped here
and corn dropped there,
there's corn in my pockets
and corn in my hair.
I find corn in the yard
and corn in the car,
corn everywhere
near and far!
Am I going crazy
in a corny dream,
or lost in a maze
of some corny scheme?
No, tis nothing of the sort
nothing so grand,
it's just that I love popcorn,
and can't seem to keep it in my hand.
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