I am what I am my name is no matter, I might be a yam Or perhaps the mad hatter measuring your noggin Upon which i crown A fun feathered derby To wear around town.
But, if really, i am a yam then cover me with butter sprinkle on some cinnamon and of course some good old brown sugar.
Take up the delicious tuber and bake it good and done slather on the butter and slice it like a bun; offer it some cinnamon and smother it with sugar. Sweet creamy carotene-orange with a fork she made her mark tastes so good and good for you too. And now she can see in the dark.