I am a lonely French fry
That's left here, on the plate.
Why would she leave me all alone
To meet some horrid fate?
A nasty, smelly garbage can
With who knows what inside,
I need a hungry little kid
With his mouth open wide.
It’s not like one last French fry
Would make a difference to
The weight she gained from all the rest
What’d one more French fry do?
Here comes an urchin, maybe he
Will pop me in his mouth,
But no, I’m in his pocket…
There’s a hole! I'm heading south
Down his pant leg, to the ground
Oh, woe is me! Oh, woe!
My fate is to be stepped on
By dirty shoes, but no …
What’s this? A little toddler stopped
And reached to pick me up,
But mama saw her just in time
and gave me to the pup
that trotted right along with them;
but toddler grabbed me back!
gave doggie half; she ate the rest,
My end, alas, alack.
I hope next time you order fries,
If you can’t eat them all,
At least leave two together, for
That’s french fry protocol.
