It’s just a cream corn bun; it sounds zilch
Soft grown yeast with sweetie creamy corny fill
A value of some cents which some may eat without feel
But for me, it gave thousands means.
Oh cream corn bun...
I picked you from shelf after a few rounds hunt
You just remind me of your youth gentle fan
Who is my beloved husband, Azlan.
Well, cream corn bun...
I valued your great taste and now I am your fan.
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