I sat there eating my potato
At the tender age of 4 or 3
“Eat, eat the potato skin”
Said my great aunt, who was watching me
“The grown-ups didn’t when they ate before
So, why should I? Why should I?”
“Well,” said my aunt, “those were the sweet potato skins
And they are in the garbage now, and they cry and they cry
and they cry”
“O my, O my, O my,” thought I
“The poor sweet potato skins, they cry O cry, O cry
I’d better eat my whole potato”
I sigh, O sigh, O sigh
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