Starchy Love
O potatoes!
As thou stares upon me
Thine eyes filled with flavor
Thy flesh crunchy as can be
With potatoes, God did us a favor
O potatoes!
Be they french fries
Be they mashed or steamed
They are always a prize
Through history, they remain esteemed
O my yellow yams of life
My wonderful ground apples
Without you life would be strife
My cuisine would be in shambles
O potatoes!
Ye are as important as blood
Ye are as significant as money
Ye fill the air with ye blessing
O thou doesn't know what ye mean to me
As thou stares upon me
Thine eyes filled with flavor
Thy flesh crunchy as can be
With potatoes, God did us a favor
O potatoes!
Be they french fries
Be they mashed or steamed
They are always a prize
Through history, they remain esteemed
O my yellow yams of life
My wonderful ground apples
Without you life would be strife
My cuisine would be in shambles
O potatoes!
Ye are as important as blood
Ye are as significant as money
Ye fill the air with ye blessing
O thou doesn't know what ye mean to me
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