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How can you do it? It’s heartless, it’s cruel

It’s murder, cold-blooded, it’s gross

To slay a poor vegetable just for your stew

Or to serve with some cheese sauce on toast

Have you no decency? Have you no shame?

Have you no conscience, you cad

To rip that poor vegetable out of the earth

Away from it’s poor mom and dad?

Oh, no, don’t slay that potato!

Let us be merciful, please

Don’t boil it or fry it, don’t even freeze-dry it

Don’t slice it or flake it

For God’s sake, don’t bake it!

Don’t she’d the poor blood

Of this poor helpless spud

That’s the worst kind of thing you could do

Oh, no, don’t slay that potato

What never done nothing to you!

Why not try picking on something your size

Instead of some carrot or bean?

The peas are all trembling there in their pod

Just because you’re so vicious and mean

How would you like to be grabbed by your hair

And ruthlessly yanked from your bed

And have done to you God knows what horrible things

To be eaten with full-fiber bread?

It’s no bed of roses, this vegetable life

You’re basically stuck in the mud

You don’t get around much. You don’t see the sights

When you’re a carrot or celery or spud

You’re helpless when somebody’s flea-bitten dog

Takes a notion to pause for relief

Then somebody picks you and cleans you and eats you

And causes you nothing but grief

There ought to be some way of saving our skins

They ought to be passing a law

Just show anybody a cute little lamb

And they’ll all stand around and go «Aw!»

Well, potatoes are ugly. Potatoes are plain

We’re wrinkled and lumpy to boot

But give me a break, kid. Do you mean to say

That you’ll eat us because we’re not cute?

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