I wonder, when and why
You buried me in thy soil of lie,
Let me spring with joy
Plowed my spirits with trifles of coy
Seeded me with ounces of dearth
Cascaded into me sprinkles of mirth
Wonder the plot of your vicious mind
To soak your manure so opined
I grew like a girl so scrawny
In your ever gleaming torch of irony
My other pleas to you my life
Play the tunes of my favorite fife
Let my spirits of crop grow
Let my essence of tuber show
Cut open my strife and stress
Clean all the spots and mess
Scrape me off my skin so dead
Salt and mold me In your finest tread
Embrace me with your oiled clips
Enjoy me, I am your Potato Chips
CCK
