Where Do French Fries Come From?

Potatoes in the field growing underground
 Takin their time getting big and round
 Soaking up rain and sunny skies
 Some day they're gonna be French fries
 They're dug up and dumped in a row
 Along comes the harvester up they go
 On rumbling ramps they rise and rise
 Soon there gonna be French fries
 They're trucked away past barns and trees
 Dropped off at restaurants or French fry factories
 And the cook peels off the skin
 And cuts 'em enough long and thin
 Heats the fryer throws 'em in
 And to get it real nice, you gotta fry 'em twice
 When they're golden brown from the fryer's heat
 The oil drains off and it's time to eat
 Hot and tasty, it's no surprise
 Everybody loves French fries
 And that's how potatoes become French fries