No one thinks too much of squash
It’s an onomatopoeia by gosh
Grows abundant in the south,
And you put it in your mouth,
And not too enticing or posh.

No one thinks too much of grits
I’ve heard they give freckles and zits
Grows abundant in the south,
And you put them in your mouth,
Hard and grainy little bits.

No one thinks too much of greens  
Wilted and weathered it seems
Grows abundant in the south,
And you put it in your mouth, 
Not endorsed by too many teams.

No one thinks much of hocks 
They’re sometimes as hard as rocks
They’re well used in the south
And you put them in your mouth 
and may even give you the pox.

My meal was fried, boiled, and basted 
Not an ounce was tossed or wasted  
I was served in the south,
Put it all in my mouth,
And the best meal I ever tasted.