Spud Wrap

It’s a Golden Delight
A Norland Red
The Purple Congo
Wrapped in brown bread
REPEAT

When I was a little las,
Very late in the night
I yelled to my sister
And gave her a fright
My head on my pillow,
Alone in my bed
She thought I’d gone mad
And this is what I said

“I love them and I eat them”,
Very loud and clear
It was heard through the house
With lots of cheer
When told the next morning
What I had yelled out
I knew exactly
What all the fuss was about

It’s a Golden Delight
A Norland Red
The Purple Congo
Wrapped in brown bread
REPEAT

Potatoes of course!
Are what I Iike to eat
When mum’s cooking spuds
I do a jig with my feet
Boiled and mashed,
Curried or roasted
Stewed or chipped,
Fried or toasted

Potatoes now days
Have drawn the short end of the stick
Connoisseurs worried about carbs,
Have given the potato the flick
But I will stay true to my comfort food
The big spud
He’s a faithful mate, a true friend,
A rad bud.

It’s a Golden Delight
A Norland Red
The Purple Congo
Wrapped in brown bread
REPEAT

Now I’ve grown up
I eat spuds every day
Like mum cooked
The old fashioned way
Sauces and spices
Chutney on the side
I woof down the spud
And chew her with pride

When I go out
To Nik’s house for tea
I demand a boogaloo
And the cutlery
She cooks him up
Then whacks him on my plate
And from that moment
it’s just me and my mate

Oh yes It’s a Goldern Delight
A Norland Red
The Purple Congo
Wrapped in brown bread
REPEAT

Often I think
I shouldn’t eat my little pal
Instead take him for surf
Dry him with my towel
Thread him on some rope
Hang him around my neck
I know what your thinking
Id look quite high tech

But then I sit down
And I remember
His brittle brown coat
His creamy white centre
I suppose I shall spend
The rest of my days
Eating cooked spuds
And soaking up the sun rays

It’s a Golden Delight
A Norland Red
The Purple Congo
Wrapped in brown bread
REPEAT

So the moral of this story is
If you see a spud
Growing in the ground
Soaking in some mud
Take him to the kitchen
And make a little meal
But no one likes a dirty gob
So wash his gritty peel