Ode to Potatoes
by Francine DuBois

Sung on the occasion of resting one's spoon after devouring two helpings of Cracker Barrel's hash brown casserole, 2002.

Sleep calmly in your humble grave,
   Sleep, heroes of a common cause;
It is you that so many crave
   Like the Pilgrims and the Iroquois.

My fathers are buried in earth
   Where your eyes and body are grown.
And somewhere, to add to my girth,
   A thousand more taters are born!

Hail Idaho! Majestic land
   Where hunger is defeated
A millions times per man:
   Sweet victory repeated.

Small in size, bland in taste--
   Smothered in butter you rise
Above all others. My waist
   Swells with joy, and my thighs!

It is you I'll always eat,
   It is you I'll always choose.
Delightful with chicken or meat,
   With taters I never lose.

***
A very loose parody of Henry Timrod's "Ode" (http://www.bartleby.com/102/171.html)

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