this_spud's_for_you raze i asked chatgpt to sing me a song about a potato named phillip, because this is the sort of random idea that will float into my head sometimes around midnight. behold the sweeping tale my ai friend produced: in a field of green, where the sun meets the sky, lived a spud so serene with a gleam in his eye. phillip was his name, a tater so fine, with a heart full of dreams in his starchy design. oh phillip the potato, so round and so wise. in the soil he did grow, 'neath the blue open skies. with a dream in his heart and a spudful of cheer, he'll conquer the world without any fear. from the earth he did rise, with roots deep and strong, facing storms and sunrise as he journeyed along. with each passing day, he grew tall and proud. in his own humble way he stood out from the crowd. oh phillip the potato, so round and so wise. in the soil he did grow, 'neath the blue open skies. with a dream in his heart and a spudful of cheer, he'll conquer the world without any fear. through fields of green, he'd roam and he'd roam. with his eyes on the horizon, he'd never feel alone. for he knew in his heart, no matter where he'd go, he'd always be a tater, a star in the show. as the seasons would change and the winds would blow, phillip stayed the same, with a glow all aglow. for his spirit was strong, like the roots 'neath his feet. in a world filled with song, phillip's melody sweet. oh phillip the potato, so round and so wise. in the soil he did grow, 'neath the blue open skies. with a dream in his heart and a spudful of cheer, he'll conquer the world without any fear. so here's to phillip, our spud of delight. in the potato kingdom, he shines ever bright. with dreams in his eyes and a heart full of glee, phillip the potato, forever wild and free. 240501 what's it to you? who go blather from