The Bassa Dish
Give me my dumboy
The Bassa way
Let me swallow it like the fish of Jonah
Country soup with dried fish and monkey meat
Fresh crawfish and cold water fish from the St. John’s River
Dumboy- pounded cassava
Whiten and soften
Lying in a bowl smiling and watering
I guess saying eat me now, eat me now
But not yet, where is the dodoo?
The crown that sits on it
A mixture of bitter boy, hot pepper, potato grains, benny seed and season cubes
Mashed gently in the bowl to get the real taste of the Bassa Dish
That is considered the medicine for the dumboy
So they say the ‘dumboy not sweet but the dodoo’
As you pour the hot clear country soup into the bowl
The dodoo turns it brownish and tasty
Give me my dumboy ooh
The Bassa way-yah
Let me eat and drink my cold Club Beer
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