I am a lonely French fry

That's left here, on the plate.

Why would she leave me all alone

To meet some horrid fate?

A nasty, smelly garbage can

With who knows what inside,

I need a hungry little kid

With his mouth open wide.

It’s not like one last French fry

Would make a difference to

The weight she gained from all the rest

What’d one more French fry do?

Here comes an urchin, maybe he

Will pop me in his mouth,

But no, I’m in his pocket…

There’s a hole! I'm heading south

Down his pant leg, to the ground

Oh, woe is me! Oh, woe!

My fate is to be stepped on

By dirty shoes, but no …

What’s this? A little toddler stopped

And reached to pick me up,

But mama saw her just in time

and gave me to the pup

that trotted right along with them;

but toddler grabbed me back!

gave doggie half; she ate the rest,

My end, alas, alack.

I hope next time you order fries,

If you can’t eat them all,

At least leave two together, for

That’s french fry protocol.