Potato

So what happened is I was walking in the woods

And what started rolling around in my head was

The chorus of the Mexican Hat Dance

With only the word "potato" in it

So there I was, I just kept singing it

"Potato, potato, potato, potato

Potato, potato, potato, potato"

Over and over

So I set myself this challenge to see if I could do this

In such a way as to cause the accent to fall at different times

On each of the three syllables of "po-ta-to"

And have it end up properly on "to"

As opposed to "ta" or "po"

It is a long walk

And I now have an entire song about potatoes

They're red, they're white, 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

Every way we can conjure to heat them

We're delighted and think they're just great

Potato potato potato po—

Tato potato potato pota—

To potato potato potato

Potato potato potato

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

Potato potato potato po—

Tato potato potato pota—

To potato potato potato

Potato potato potato

I guess the use is scant

For other parts of the plant

But that which grows in view

Is eating potato too

I imagine them under their acres

Out in Idaho and up in Maine

Maybe wondering if they'll be bakers

Or knishes or latkes or plain

Potato potato potato po—

Tato potato potato pota—

To potato potato potato

Potato potato potato potato

Potato potato potato

Thank you

You guys want to try singing it?

Potato potato potato po—

Tato potato potato pota—

To potato potato potato

Potato potato potato potato

Potato potato potato