While at the 2014 Irish Festival at Gaelic Park Chicago, we had a little fun with the patrons. We put together a little Irish limerick (the first stanza is from an actual Irish poem and the second two were created by Ivan himself... the end of course was inspired by that little leprechaun who tries to protect Lucky Charms) for the people to read in their best Irish accent. How did they do? Here are the lyrics: We praise all the flowers that we fancy Sip the nectar of fruit ere they're peeled, Ignoring the common old tater When, in fact, he's King of the Field. Let us show the old boy we esteem him, Sort of dig him up out of the mud; Let us show him he shares our affections And crown him with glory—King Spud The blight of the tater was a tragedy Our kin lost a vittle tis true But this only affirms one thing indeed That the potato is Irish through and through. Tis as Irish as this cap, Leprachauns, clovers and me knickers, Tis as Irish as the Guinness That makes us sing and bicker And for this we raise a pint to Idaho As this is the potato land of old The rainbow ends here no famine in sight Because Idaho potatoes trump... all pots o' gold. Idaho Potatoes are magically delicious! travelmovements.com

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