One potato,
two potatoes,
three potatoes,
four,
five potatoes,
six potatoes,
seven potatoes,
more.....
I peel 'em,
I wash 'em,
'til my brain turns dippy,
another long night
in the kitchen of the chippy.
Why do I do it,
when I'm a miserable sod?
Well I see it as my calling,
for the love of cod.
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