In strangely different handwriting than what usually shows up in Seamus's journal
Attention Euterpes Corner! I, Seamus Finnigan, have written the next big hit for the wireless. Yes, you may not know it, but I happen to be a brilliant musician and songwriter, and I want to share my latest composition with you all. The line up to join my fan club starts below.
Eye of the Tater
Just got up, I’ve got one thought
Haven’t ate, really hungry.
Went so long without food in the pot
Gotta get a bit of food in me.
Too many times, you think that you’re full
You trade nutrition for candy
Don’t forget that it’s all bunch of bull
You must eat a stack of potatoes.
Chorus:
It's the eye of the tater, it's the heart of the fry
Whether baked, steamed or cooked in white wine sauce
And the last shepherd’s pie it brings a long weary sigh
'cause I'd only be now satisfied with more taters
Yukon Gold, Russet Burbanks
Like ‘em all, bring them to me.
Stack my plate til I cry and give thanks
For I kill with the will to eat fries
chorus
Crispy fried, broiled or cold-served
Fish and chips, mashed potatoes
Scarf them down, they'll give me my verve
Just a man who's a fan of poutine
chorus
[Added about an hour later, along with the strikethrough of the intro]
My girlfriend is insane. She's also prevailed upon me to not snip out her admittedly clever song stylings. However, I think it's important that the world know that the cleverness there belongs all to her.
Eye of the Tater
Just got up, I’ve got one thought
Haven’t ate, really hungry.
Went so long without food in the pot
Gotta get a bit of food in me.
Too many times, you think that you’re full
You trade nutrition for candy
Don’t forget that it’s all bunch of bull
You must eat a stack of potatoes.
Chorus:
It's the eye of the tater, it's the heart of the fry
Whether baked, steamed or cooked in white wine sauce
And the last shepherd’s pie it brings a long weary sigh
'cause I'd only be now satisfied with more taters
Yukon Gold, Russet Burbanks
Like ‘em all, bring them to me.
Stack my plate til I cry and give thanks
For I kill with the will to eat fries
chorus
Crispy fried, broiled or cold-served
Fish and chips, mashed potatoes
Scarf them down, they'll give me my verve
Just a man who's a fan of poutine
chorus
[Added about an hour later, along with the strikethrough of the intro]
My girlfriend is insane. She's also prevailed upon me to not snip out her admittedly clever song stylings. However, I think it's important that the world know that the cleverness there belongs all to her.