Everything Has Corn
Everything has corn.
There is corn in everything.
In the food you procure, like the soup that you stir.
As the corn starts to bake in the bread you’re making.
Everything has corn.
There is corn in everything.
There is corn in your drink. There is more than you think.
Everything has corn.
Everything has corn inside.
Everything has corn that’s right.
There’s corn in your pillow and corn in your sheet.
There’s corn in your pens and the socks on your feet.
There’s corn in the plate from which corn you eat.
Everything has corn.
Everything has corn.
There is corn in everything.
There is corn in the paste that you ate as a kid,
And there’s corn in the crayon you covered your wall with.
Everything has corn.
There is corn in everything.
There is corn in the blanket that keeps you warm.
Everything has corn.
Everything has corn inside.
Everything has corn that’s right.
There’s corn in the car that you’re driving to work.
There’s corn in your boss even though he’s a jerk.
There’s corn in a solder of fortune merc.
Everything has corn.
Everything has corn.
There is corn in everything.
If you are what you eat, then there’s corn in your feet.
And there’s corn in the feet that you eat if you eat feet.
Everything has corn.
There is corn in everything.
There is even corn in your candy corn.
Everything has corn.
Everything has corn inside.
Everything has corn that’s right.
If you won’t eat corn then you’ll probably die,
‘Cause there’s nary a thing without corn you can buy.
And I know this is strange but it’s not a lie.
Everything has corn.
