Show foi FOB fir for FARMERS AND irb GARDENERS GARDE ibisi NERSI THE POETRY OF THE POTATO the tile following parody on Wood iWa bucket 11 should shoula be set to music the verses are the conclusion of what might be called an anthem to tile the potato thai delectable plant I 1 would praise while im able for often at noon when returned from rom the field I 1 found it superior to all on the table the best flavored edible nature could yield with what eager appetite appetites sharpened tharp ened by labor I 1 piled plied knife and fork with a hearty good will alas there are none of the old fashioned flavor flator sone none like the real great simons that grew on the hill the mealy pota irish potato the thin skinned potato tbt grew on the hill bill hw prime from trem the tuli full cheapen dashto dish to receive ity its it As poised on my fork it ascends ascenda to my mouth xo appeal appeal to the palate could tempt me to leave it though affected by rot trot or a long summer drought and naw now far removed from that loved situation situations where I 1 used to partake of the root to my fill fills yancy rancy fain would revert to my fathera plantation and sigh for the skid kidneys that grew on the hill the mealy potato the tho irish potato I 1 the thin skinned potato that grew on the hill |