Golden
fried, thin yet wide
Crunchy
to the core
Potato
soul, eat 'em whole
Flavoured
to perfection
In
silvered sacs, cause heart-attacks
Yet loved
by nearly all
O potato
chips, with or without the dips
The food
of kings and beggars
O potato
chips, passing through our lips
What
would we not do for you
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