Me And Mr Potatohead

In your own sweet way
Your nose is very red today
Your eyes are in your belly
Yet still you are my favorite plastic toy.

You’re my favorite root
Your hair looks like a kiwi fruit
Your ears are in your belly
Where have I lost your white plastic mouth and your feet?

You’re no food, no
Not a strange fruit
But, where are your hands
Now I understand
No help without a hand.

Can we play today?
Oh, even though your hat’s astray
Plastic head, my plastic head
Looks like you had a hard time
But you can be so sublime
You’re the best, potato head.