1. in the heart of the earth, a humble start, A tiny spud, a work of art. Beneath the soil, it takes its root, In the darkness, it lays its foot.
Through the rough and rocky ground, A tiny life has just been found.
6. So here's to the potato, strong and true, With every sunrise, it's born anew. With the power to feed, to heal, to grow, The potato's ready, to run the show.
3. The potato rises, making an oath.
"I am but a spud, simple and small, But within me, I hold the power to enthrall. I'll feed the world, I'll make it whole, I am the potato, that's my role."
2. Through the struggle, it finds its way, In the heart of the earth, it starts its day.
A sprout emerges, green and bright, Breaking through the soil, reaching for the light. A symbol of hope,
a sign of growth,