Catfish Jambalaya

With a towel slung over his shoulder
he sang while he did the dishes
in the kitchen’s golden light.
As orange scented soap suds filled the sink,
a few stray bubbles floated over his head,
a towel slung over his shoulder.
Rocking in a two step he’d twirl the towel-
Me oh my! Oh catfish pie!
he sang while he did the dishes.
Drying the lids of the pots and pans-
Son of a gun we’ll have big fun
in the kitchen’s golden light.

My father was singing – Hank Williams’ Jambalaya, but he slightly changed the lyrics substituting ‘catfish’ for ‘crawfish’ Linguists call this idiosyncratic substitution an ‘eggcorn’.

Catfish Jambalaya
-by Julie Martin


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