On Tuesday, July 6, 1993 3:43:53 PM UTC-5, Robert Murray wrote:   
   > My wife goes around singing this little ditty:   
   >   
   > You're my little potato,   
   > You come from under the ground ...   
   >   
   > I am told it was written by Mort Dahlgliesh, of Metamora. Does anyone   
   > know the words to the rest of the song? We have a daughter (1 year old)   
   > who wants it hear the rest of it.   
   >   
   >   
   > Thanks,   
   >   
   > ==Bob Murray   
   > ==MIT   
   > ==murray@media.mit.edu   
      
   You're my little potato, you're my little potato,   
   You're my little potato, they dug you up,   
   You come from underground,   
      
   The world is big, so big, so very big   
   To you, it's new, it's new to you.   
      
   You're my little potato, you're my little potato,   
   You're my little potato, they dug you up,   
   You come from underground.   
      
   Let's talk about root crops (they dug you up),   
   And lamb chops (they chew on you),   
   And things to eat...like apples   
   and cheese and 'nanas and cream,   
   Jellies and butter,   
   it's late at night, I hope this little bottle helps you go to sleep.   
      
   They must have grown you wild,   
   you make a grown man a child,   
   I'll go and play in the mud   
   to be with you my spud (potato).   
   When you came out looking red as a beet,   
   You had wrinkles on the bottoms of your feet!   
      
   Oh, you are so sweet potato!   
   You're my sweet potato,   
   you're my sweet potato, dug you up   
   You come from underground.   
      
   You smile, a smile, a little smile   
   The world is small, so small, it's very small   
      
   You're my little potato, you're my little potato,   
   you're my little potato, they dug you up,   
   You come from underground   
      
   You're my little potato, you're my little potato,   
   you're my little potato!   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)