As I sit at the table preparing to start
I gaze at the item that’s close to my heart
It’s a gourmet’s delight that I won’t save for later
It’s my lifelong good friend…the Idaho Tater
A life giving thing and the jewel of my dish
And if ya don’t think so...just ask the Irish.
Versatile, tasty and easy to cook
It’s close to perfection, at least in my book.
On a cold winter’s afternoon how can you say
“I think I’ll refrain from hot taters today”?
I don’t think in my life a day has gone by
When I didn’t look up to see taters float by
White puffy clouds in a sky of deep blue
Remind me of mashed taters. How about you?
Fried in the pan with some sausage and eggs
In the morning, they'll sure get you up on your legs
Baked in the oven till the skin gets all crispy
They come out with tendrils of steam hot and wispy
Make ‘em in pancakes or maybe au grautin
The taste of them Idahos won’t be forgotten
Don’t need nothing fancy like quiches or foie gras
Taters got so much starch you don’t need no Viagra
I’ve had ‘em from Georgia and old California
Ate em sometimes in my shorts I should warn ya
I’ve had em from Texas and Washington too
None of ‘em bad, in a pinch they’ll all do
But time after time, sooner or later
I got to return to them Idaho Taters
