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HOG KILLING TIME 
 There's a chill in the air
 And holidays are near,
 Thanksgiving's just 'round the bend;
 There's a feeling amongst country folks 
 That's absolute prime,
 Everyone senses it's hog killing time.
 Oh what a spectacle!
 Oh what a show!
 You'll find nothing like it,
 If you look high and low.
 From sunup to sundown,
 It lasts the whole day;
 And once it gets started,
 Horses couldn't pull you away.
 Everyone has his own part to do,
 With all the commotion,
 It feels like a zoo.
 The poor victim for this occasion
 Has long been picked out,
 And soon will become food,
 From his tail to his snout.
 There's a shot and a squeal
 And he's out for the count;
 A cut of the throat, 
 And blood spews like a fount.
 In a barrel of hot water,
 He's cleaned and de-haired;
 Amongst all the men,
 This giant task is shared. 
 A skillful knife separates all parts of meat,
 Including pig ears, pig tail, land pig feet.
 The women's task is always chittlin's to make.
 There's a boatload of goo and muck
 They must rake.
 When night time falls,
 All surround the black pot;
 Where the oil is bubbling,
 And boy is it hot!
 Pieces of skin are stirred with a surge,
 And after some time,
 Crisp cracklings emerge.
 Sweet potatoes are roasted, 
 Right in the fire;
 And of these simple treats,
 No one ever does tire.
 When it's all finally over ,
 And the day is all done;
 The grown-ups are weary,
 But the kids just had fun.

 Copyright 2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
 from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia
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