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
