Potato, oh potato, humble and plain,
A food that is simple, yet never in vain.
From mashed to fried, it's a versatile treat,
A staple in dishes, both hearty and sweet.

And as the day fades, and the stars start to shine,
The fields are alive, with a beauty divine.
Amidst the rustling leaves, and the whispering trees,
The humble potato, grows wild and free.

The earthy scent, and the cool evening breeze,
Are a reminder of nature's timeless ease.
For amidst the fields, where the potatoes do grow,
Is a world of wonder, that we all should know.

So let us cherish, the humble potato,
And the natural world, that we all call home-o.
For the earth, and the sky above,
Is a world of wonder, that we all can love amidst.
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