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Lick your lips!
Get some dips
and swing your hips.
Forget about life's blips
And drips,
Just get a plate of chips!

When the winter snow, it nips,
And pierces like a thousand whips,
And devastating north wind rips,
Be heated with a plate of chips!

Oh, chips and chips
And chips and chips
Oh, heed my tips
And eat your chips.

No acid trips
Or pancake flips
Or sherry sips
Compare to chips.
On land or ships
Oh, get to grips
With potato strips.
They've got no pips.

My heart, it skips,
My memory slips,
My mind, it kips
And dreams of chips.


Mike Stools (b. 1962)