Reaver Titan Interior

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Oh lovely spud, king of the land;\r\n\r\nspuds, spuds, so divine and grand.\r\n\r\nMashed or baked, fried or boiled;\r\n\r\nspuds bring all of Ireland's hearts toil.\r\n\r\nAll who delight in them I'm sure would say;\r\n\r\nspuds above all foods shine bright each day.\r\n\r\nTo the skeptic critic, who frowns with disdain;\r\n\r\nyou cannot deter me from my love's refrain.\r\n\r\nSpud, spud, I call to you;\r\n\r\nplease come seasoned and rich, so savory too!\r\n\r\nSpud, spud, I'll sing once more;\r\n\r\nspud, spud, please be my heart's desire forevermore.