Southern Sweetie

I know I'm a Southerner and I think you'll agree, When you hear my tale of when I was three. I found a can on the floor, coffee it once held. I peered inside,but Lawd, that wasn't coffee I smelled! My Maw was an icon known far and wide. Her cookin' was somethin' made her heart swell with pride. But, her secret she held tight, no one should ever know, she put up a good fight. She was like a donkey, stubborn as a mule. Now don't you be stupid, Maw was nobody's fool. So, now that Maw's gone, this much I will share. My Maw dipped snuff, that was it, that's enough!