Spud police are looking through my tubers
Spud police are talking to my niece
Spud police have got their final orders
Spuddy, drop your fork, it’s Spud police!

…to the tune of Leonard Cohen’s Jazz Police

Actually, the Jazz Police may just arrest me for mangling the words of maestro Leonard Cohen.

And if they don’t get me, the potato police just might.

Potato plant

Exhibit A: (some of) my potato plants

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