Take this cob and shuck it
It’s a quirky thing of corn
When husks are bereft it looks all a-pleasin’
Side bits off, are torn
My better’s got roadside stand an’ she say:
“Start unflocking all that corn”
Take this cob and shuck it
With a thumb and finger, fore

I’m not shirking of this shockery
I ply in autumn haze
Passing time has got my home sur-
rounded by mound of maize
Now I've seen a glut of niblets plied
I’ve handled lots of silk today
I'll get the kernels into that sack
It’s a mad rad shuck soiree!

Take this cob and shuck it
It’s a dirty, dusty chore
My woman done left
me this job, I’m sneezin’
(Histamines galore)
Intendin’ that I do confront her and say
(But such talk would kill rapport)
Take this cob and shove it
Ire I’ll shirk, and shuck some more

Well I bare cobs for the piggies and hogs
And fine bossies, I do
Got demand from chook-coop pullets
And from ducks and goose
Render these ears unrobed’s my lot
I’m a shucker - I’m goin’ all day
Boredom’s my fate: divest these sheathings
The right, I reserve, to say:

Take this cob and shuck it
Overworked - I’ve bleedin’ pores
Presume that I’ll deft-
-ly strip all the tassels
I’m berserkly bored!
On job, I might die - I’m fadin’ away
Will to live, well, it’s no more...
Take this cob and shuck it
With a thumb and finger, fore

Take this cob and shove it!