This one’s from Emily

Well, Girl Potato and Boy Potato had eyes for each other,
 and finally they got married, and had a little sweet potato,
 which they called ‘Yam.’
 
        Of course, they wanted the best for Yam.
 
        When it was time, they told her about the facts of
 life.
 
        They warned her about going out and getting
 half-baked, so she wouldn’t get accidentally mashed, and
 get a bad name for herself like ‘Hot Potato,’ and
 end up with a bunch of Tater Tots.
 
        Yam said not to worry, no Spud would get her into
 the sack and make a rotten potato out of her!
 
        But on the other hand she wouldn’t stay home
 and become a Couch Potato either.
 
        She would get plenty of exercise so as not to be
 skinny like her Shoestring cousins.
 
        When she went off to Europe, Mr and Mrs. Potato
 told Yam to watch out for the hard-boiled guys from Ireland.
  And the greasy guys from France called the French Fries.
 And when she went out west, to watch out for the Indians so
 she wouldn’t get scalloped.
 
        Yam said she would stay on the straight and narrow
 and wouldn’t associate with those high class Yukon
 Golds, or the ones from the other side of the tracks who
 advertise their trade on all the trucks that say, ‘Frito
 Lay

      Mr. and Mrs. Potato sent Yam to Idaho P.U.
 (that’s Potato University ) so that when she graduated
 she’d really be in the Chips.
 
        But in spite of all they did for her, one-day Yam
 came home and announced she was going to marry Tom Brokaw.
 
        Tom Brokaw!
 
        Mr. and Mrs. Potato were very upset.
 
        They told Yam she couldn’t possibly marry Tom
 Brokaw because he’s just……
 
        Are you ready for this?
 
 
        Are you sure?
 
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        OK! Here it is!
 
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