Hush puppy dreams of better days,
When I was still a child,
When the world was simple,
And the future seemed worthwhile.
I dream of hush puppies frying,
In cast iron pots,
The smell of corn fritters,
Is what really counts.
Those southern cooking memories,
Are hush puppy dreams come true,
Of dinners with the family,
And corn cakes with sugar too.
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