A big, fat potato lay down on a clod
In the shade of some

burdock and tall goldenrod,
And he dreamed he were king of

the whole garden plot,
With a palace and throne, and a

crown with a lot
Of jewels and diamonds and gold till it

shone
Like the front of a show when the lights are turned

on.
He had to be minded by all of the plants;
When he

whistled the radishes knew they must dance;
When he tooted

his horn the cucumbers must sing
To a vegetable crowd

gathered round in a ring.
He made all the cabbages stand in

a row
While a sunflower instructed them just how to

grow;
The bright yellow pumpkins he painted light

blue;
Took the clothes off the scare-crow and made him buy

new.
He strutted and sputtered and thought it was grand
To

be king and commander o'er all the wide land.
But at last

he woke up with an awful surprise
And found a blind mole

kicking sand in his eyes.