O My O My by Maisie Aletha  Smikle   https://www.goodreads.com/story/show/1297738

   

I dreamt of fries

Fries filled the skies

And rained from the cloud

Pounding rooftops rather loud

I ran

People ran

We all ran

To fill our can

O my o my

Fries are falling

The farmer comes calling

Wondering why buyers are stalling

This can't be the farmer says

It’s pouring heavenly spuds

He grabs a chair

To reach for a share

There'll be another year

When potatoes will bear

And buyers will want his spuds

Because there'll be no heavenly buds

There will be tater tots

For the pots

And cooked potatoes to mash

So there’ll be some cash

There’ll be potatoes to bake

To have with steak

Top that off with a cake

Not all is at stake

Add potato rolls

For munching on a stroll

My O my fries have arrived

Without a toll

Potato chips for a trip 

Snacks and some dip

Potatoes reign supreme

Teaming up with cream

Make potato wedges

For some edges

Tie a spud with a bandana

Potatoes have gone bananas