Oh Potato! Why do you hide from me?
In the fields, beneath the dirt, you dance about the mud
It’s in those depths you grow into a delicious & tasty spud!
To emerge from below you come up to greet the sun
You’re yet to know of all the treats where you’ll be the centre of fun.
Oh Potato! Do not fear the day you’re mashed!
You will be at the centre of the feast
Eaten with some marinated four legged beast
You’ll be soaked in gravy to make you the most –
To celebrate you, we’ll need a toast!
To the Potato –
Golden and brown
You can be counted on to fix this frown.
In every oven, deep frier and pan.
Let’s all take to our feet, clap, and give you a hand.