Potato
Potato
Potato
They re brown They get that way underground There can t be much to do So now they have blue ones too
We don t care what they look like We ll eat them Any way they can fit on our plate! Any way we can conjure to heat them We re delighted and think they re just great
Sometimes we ditch the skin To eat what it s holding in Sometimes we d rather, please Have just the outside with cheese
They have eyes but they do not have faces I don t know if their feelings get hurt By just hanging around in dark places Where they only can stare at the dirt