Pat the Potato
Pat the potato just sat in the ground
Wondering if he would ever be found
He couldn’t see anything there in the earth
So spent his days praying for all he was worth
Then the ground heaved as a metal spade dug
And Pat knew that soon he’d be snug as a bug
A new human home is what life is about
Potatoes must love it… They never come out
And when Pat was taken he couldn’t pretend
to be sad now that life in wet mud reached an end
His friends, left behind, heard the man shut his door
They knew Pat would be safe and sound evermore
Bertie the beanstalk was overly zealous
(although some potatoes thought he was just jealous)
He climbed to the window to take a quick look…
“I cannot see Pat, but they’ve taught him to cook.”
Potato Pete called out, “So, how do you know?”
Bertie called back, “Our friend Pat’s a no-show,
I can’t hear a thing but I read the man’s lips…
He said that potato made really nice chips.”
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