Mustard Plug

You are my sweet potato,
the one who looks so fine,
growing in my garden.
I'll serve you up with wine.
You are my tasty morsel,
my one and only wish
is to have you lying,
lying on my dish.
Boil you bake you fry you.
Serve you up steaming hot.
Boil you bake you fry you.
You are my potato tot!