Good Old Smashers

Is there anything finer than mashed potatoes

That fluffy white mountain of joy

Scrumptious with gobs of bad-for-you butter

And sprinkles of parsley, oh boy!

Always dream bout this mouth watering stuff

Sending me to the moon with glee

A slice of ham with a carrot and pea medley

And a blob of ketchup if you please

Don't give me none of that Beef Wellington stuff

That fine old English tradition

With boiled potatoes oh how uninspiring

Gonna pass it with your permission

Good old smashers as they're sometimes called

Can't think of any other dish finer

Just a simple old guy with a simple old taste

A down to earth kind of a diner

So serve me them taters from dawn to sundown

Guarantees my friendship for life

Scrumptious with gobs of bad-for-you butter

Where's my napkin, my fork and my knife!