Jambalaya Moods

I get to jumpin’

I get to hollerin’

I get to dancin’

I get to feeling oh, so good!

I never knew life could be as it would!

I feel like hot jambalaya,

momma, put that pan over the fire!

Bake ya sweet cornbread in the oven,

cook it all with some tender care and lovin’.

These are festive times,

so, brotha ring those festive chimes!

My young sistas, fetch my nieces and nephews,

let them know the pieces on the menu.

Stepfather, rest at the head of the table,

for you are the reason this family has been $table.

We get to praisin’

We get to raisin’

We get to blazin’

We get to feeling oh, so grand!

We never knew life would lift us from the sand!

Ooh, this feeling got some kick to it, bring me higher!

It has the same appeal as some spicy jambalaya.

Don’t you know the soul in that dish?

Won’t it fill the hole and grant yo wish?

It don’t get much mo’ fly than this,

this right here, is a taste you can’t afford to resist!

But wait, I know something is amiss,

it’s the counterbalance to this feast.

Momma, show us the sweet potato pie at least,

or bring out the peach cobbler from the east!

You get to wavin’

You get to prayin’

You get to sayin’

“Ain’t it a wondrous thang to be alive!”

Yes, and through the mud we had to strive,

All just to survive,

and now we are here celebratin’.

So, there ain’t no room for no hatin’.

Let us be jovial and jolly Judys,

let us all ascertain the faith of foodies.

Know love!

-Sir Contra