Haricot From Baton Rouge

(Aieee! We Gon’ Pass A Good Time Yeah Cher …Enjoy et Laisez les bons temps rouler) Haricot was tall and quite lean In English they would call him String Bean Haricot would often travel down the Bayou by way of pirogue to visit with his sister Sue Every one knew when Haricot came through The morning would start with the smell of Roux Caf Noir, Hot hush puppy’s and biscuits too one could feel music of the zydeco by mid-afternoon And Haricot would shout Laisez les bons temps rouler The town folk and kinfolk alike would gather that day Some found sipping on bourbon and café au lait while awaiting the succulent taste of Cochon de lait Oh the savory taste of Lagniappe which filled the air All truly possessed la Joie de vivre Consuming Andouille and Boudin flavored with the Bouquet Garni Children could be found nibbling on sweet Beignet While elders could be found playing a game of Bouree' The women would have prepared jambalaya, Gumbo’s, Grillades As the sunsets all will have ate every thing from their bowls and plates And all would begin again to dance Fais-do-do Haricot would shout too all and his sister Sue Mon cher, mon cher sûrement ceci est la vie Good music good friends, family, dancing and cuisine ceci habite véritablement Sue et tout agreed