You’re perfect in anything
I will never not love you
Fried, mashed, baked or chipped
Or tossed into a stew
Seasoned and dressed
In any way will do
Despite any diet
We’re never quite through
I can never say no
And will never be untrue.

Ah… yes, my darling?
A truth you pursue?
Would I choose you or potatoes?
…If only you knew.