The Great Yam Scandal

It's near Thanksgiving and I turn twenty today

And I'm off to church to kneel and pray

It's a Thanksgiving feast, made my best dish right away

I baked up some yams, a favourite of mother's

Glazed in brown sugar and smothered in butter

Didn't use the walnuts but they're optional anyway

As we drove off down the road to our Sunday destination

Family's pride in my food fed my own determination

That I was going to be a grand chef in my home land

I had an excited kind of feeling deep down in my guts

Kind of second guessed myself them there with those walnuts

How could the good Christian church just not like my yams?

I made sure my yams were in front of the table

So when the hungry came, access was able

So they could taste what I made and enjoy it first of all

But you see nobody seemed to touch my yams

I stared in disbelief and thought"well, I'll be"

And ma and pa sometimes take things a little too personal

I'm emotionally unstable so I started to grieve

And ma and pa, they were fixing to leave

Scooped up my yams

Cursing at the church for it's obvious discrimination

Now I don't know what I did to be so targeted

Ma and pa say"there, there son, the church is all marketed"

Since they don't like us, don't you go back

It's not a fabrication

I'm a good Christian lad so I do what I'm told

That's why I no longer worship the lord

Need to honour my ma and pa and not get them in ruts

But by god, one day to that church I will return

With bigger better yams for which they will yearn

And betcha by golly this time I'm adding the walnuts.