To the tune of The Tennessee Stud, a bit of folklore written under the influence one night many years ago.

The Idaho Spud

Along about 1965, I got to Idaho very much alive.
I took out my shovel and I brushed off the mud,
Cause I was gonna tangle with the Idaho Spud.

Cho.
The Idaho Spud was long and lean,
Color of the mud and his eyes were green.
He had the tendril and he had the bud,
And there never was a tuber like the Idaho Spud.

Rick Tuel and Chris Howie, ca. 1970