The people attending had not a care

as the aroma of gumbo permeated the air.

Enjoying the festivities, Gumbo strutted around.

His head swelled with pride, no hat could be found.

Amidst all the gaiety, there stood a black pot.

Gumbo had a revelation right there on the spot.

He looked in the caldron, and what did he see?

Crawfish a’swimming, “Oh, no, then they’ll add me!”