Suwannee Lady sings this song. The catfish swim and the snakes are long.
The smoke that’s spilling from the oil filled grill, is getting pretty strong.
Everybody’s hungry now. I hope I’m right instead of wrong.
Put your napkin back, in your old knapsack, and everybody sing along!
I’m going to bake a jellyfish cake,
And, make up a big pot of caterpillar stew.
I hope that you, will be having some,
And, I know I’ll be having some, too.
There’ll be spider web pudding with fire fly goo.
It is one of my favorites, but, I’ll give some to you.
Grab a knife and a fork and a big plastic spoon, because,
You know, now, it’s almost noon,
And, everyone knows, we’ll be eating very soon.
We’ll have crispy, and, dee-fried, blue horsefly’s eyes,
Served with sweet beetle soup, and, with dragonfly pies.
Butterfly butter makes a very good spread.
You can try some instead, on the live-oak tree bread.
Then curried cactus, which is such a treat,
I make it with fresh, furry, hush puppy’s feet,
Mixed with hot muskrat, in red-fire-ant sauce,
And, tossed in a dressing of wet, spanish moss.
Acorn salad with kudzu, blue tailed skink fondue,
Try the wild catfish candy, with Branford’s own brandy,
Or, with wine distilled from dandelions and mimosa’s seed,
Or, whiskey which my neighbor made from leftover, jimson weed.
We’ll have ground goobers, the frozen kind. I never use the canned.
Then goulash made from gopher’s guts and spiced with lots of sand.
There’ll be sizzling, flambed lizards with hot, bubbling, buzzard’s gizzards,
And, finger licking, sweet, red, frog jam spread on alligator ham,
Roasted toad toes in a sauce with crushed snail’s shell,
A rich, dish which I think is swell,
And, a dish which I make really well,
But, watch out for the wasp-sting dip because its hot as anything.
After lunch is over, you can sit with me, beneath a tree.
You can have a sawgrass soda, or an unsweet, pine straw tea.
If you want one, I could make, a copperhead slushy or, a rattlesnake shake.
If you find some of these dishes don’t fulfill all your wishes,
Or, if you think that one of them might sound a bit suspicious,
Thank your lucky stars and consider it auspicious,
That a good cook can take anything, as long as its nutritious,
And, turn it into a gourmet dish, which is wonderfully delicious.
Intoxicated, under the influence of smoke,
And, rainbow oil,
Energizing spicy pheromones, and intentions,
The fluidity of rain water,
The endurance of the green sap running,
Throughout the veins of your leaves,
Caught by your own roots,
Unable to escape the settling clouds,
And, the fogs containing gifts spun by spells,
Uttered between whiffs of potions,
Incense and the echoes of poems,
Words and wishes,
Nothing to do now but float in the forest,
Rock in the wind. Wait for the end.
Watch a golden spider,
Spin a golden web.
Listen to the voices of visions.
Talk to the gods.
Cast out a fishing line.
See what comes by,
And, live right now.
Let us dance
Let us dance
Let us dance without colors
In a clap of tropical thunder
Boiling over with curiosity
Then, the sudden slap of the splendor of electric skies
And, hidden spirits are revealed for only a celebratory moment
Too quick to be seen or remembered
Too sharp to be forgotten
Too important to be left under your pillow
Once I knew three songbirds. The songbirds knew no words. But, the first bird, Though he could not say, Was sure he did not want to stay, He said hello, He wanted to laugh, But, instead, he flew quite far away, And, he married a jello giraffe.
The second bird thought this was funny. When she saw them together she’d laugh. On the back porch she’d rock, When she mended her sock, And, she’d wiggle and giggle, For a hour and a half.
Now, sure was the third bird, They certainly were absurd, And, sure they were really quite daft, Then she shocked the whole staff, And, the other riff raff, When she waved us adieu, And, flew off to the zoo, With the son of the checkerboard calf.