Russell G. Robison


I’m just a yam
Now what more can I say
I can be sweet
When you treat me that way

I go well with butter
And bacon bits too
When I am cooked proper
I’ll go well with you

Sometimes I’m whipped
And then poured in a crust
Thrown in an oven
Till I think I’ll bust

If ever we meet
Know that one thing is true
That I’m high in fiber
And just passing through