Corncob, Corncob, glowing bright,
won't you be my friend tomorrow,
and won't you bring me thirty cats
or at least a thousand mice?
Corncob, Corncob, flying high,
won't you please wear my cravat,
and won't you sing me songs about
Barack Obama and his kids?
Corncob, Corncob, watergun,
won't you kernel agriculture,
and won't you field water run
and soybean meal to pass the time?
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