There he was lying in bed
All alone wishing he was dead
He wanted to go fine
His lady that was so divine
A pure delight
Any day or night
She was his tasty freeze
His one and only squeeze
Then out of thin air
There sitting on a chair
Was his life
Soon to be his wife
As he went to give her a hug
But he slipped on a bug
Which caused him to hit her instead
Smack in her potato head
Now she lays dead
And alone he lays in bed
Behind bars made of lead
All because he didn’t see
That bug trying to flee
And kills her dead
By hitting her in the head
Now he does not wed
But instead
Sleeps all alone in his bed
With out a wife
He spends the rest of his life
But wait he not in his cell
Guards ring the bell
Mr Potato head has escaped from jail
They looked every where to no avail
never did they find him alive or dead
Mr Potato head must have got away instead
Years later they say
The he became her that day
And she just walked away
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