I work with a woman named Bryce
A hard worker, she is very nice
Though if someone gets a promotion
She'll be overcome by emotion
She'll say 'Why not me? I work as hard, maybe twice'
Bryce had a corn on her toe
She said 'This corn on my toe must go
My style, it is crampin'
My hopes, they will dampen
I won't get that next big promotion, you know'
To treat her corn, Bryce put it in ice
I said 'Where'd you get that advice?
What you're doing is wrong
Your corn will last twice as long
What you long for? You won't get the corn er..off, ice?