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Tater Boy

Tater tots by the plate that's all this boy ate he was seven going on eight that boy Nate The crispy cylinder of potato gold yummiest finger food so bold Deep fry or oven baked Tastiest treat you can make Nate ate and ate and ate cooked all by his mother Kate Serve them for breakfast lunch and dinner Tater tots always a winner Nate was never late for a meal of tots on his plate Then one day there were no more Nate's jaw dropped to the floor He threw a fit and he did spit out that nasty soggy fish stick His mother sat him on the corner stool letting him calm down and cool But daydreaming of tots made him drool he held his breath, to win this duel His dad said to let him eat his favorite treat his taste buds will get weary of em in a week Nate ate and ate his tots with joy you see Nate's dad was the original Tater Boy.

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