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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
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Adell Foster
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