Savor the fine flavor, they're the pride of Birmingham,
And if your down in Jackson, try them with some June Bug Jam.
Go ask Billy Bob or Bubba and they'll say 'Sweet Lord above,
It's Goat Guts and Garlic Grits that we do dearly love! '
Sweet Lacey Jo and Betsy Leigh
Spice them up nice in Tennessee
And they're served around the clock
A little south of Little Rock!
Oh, they claim that folks inhale 'em
In Charleston and Winston-Salem!
In Lexington and Atlanta
Children leave them out for Santa!
A Tradition that's very old, a Redneck specialty I'm told.
They're yummy in the tummy, wish they'd serve them at the Ritz...
Any rebel down in Dixie knows by the smell that it's...
Them good ole Goat Guts and them Garlic Grits!
From the book: 'A Woolly Mammoth on Amelia Street: Read Aloud Poems4Kids' By: Todd St. Pierre
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem