Little potato

Got soaked on the two minute walk to school. Got in and made Hazel a hot water bottle, got her snuggled under a blanket. She asked me to put on the record of little potato, a song I used to sing to the girls when they were babies, and we shared a piece of marmite toast. Felt happier than I have in ages. The best things in life are free. 

 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!