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Alex
Michel
Malte
Through Sri Lanka's roads they ride,
Three dudes in a rickshaw glide.
A race of thrill, a chase of pride,
In valleys deep and mountains wide.
"What I'd give for Tueften fine,
And fish baked, oh, so divine."
"What are Tueften, my dear mate?"
"Potatoes! Fry, mash, for soup they wait."
"But we could crave them in a different light,
Raw and wriggling, a tasteful delight.
Keep your bratty spuds, we say nay,
Fresh and lively, our meal's array."