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Poem:
String beans are good, and ripe tomatoes,
And collard greens and sweet potatoes,
Sweet corn, field peas, and squash and beets-But when a man rears back and eats
He wants okra.
Good old okra.
Oh wow okra, yessiree,
Okra is Okay with me.
Oh okra's favored far and wide,
Oh you can eat it boiled or fried,
Oh either slick or crisp inside,
Oh I once a knew a man who died
Without okra.
Little pepper-sauce on it,
Oh! I wan' it:
Okra.
Old Homer Ogletree's so high
On okra he keeps lots laid by.
He keeps it in a safe he locks up,
He eats so much, can't keep his socks up.
(Which goes to show it's no misnomer
When people call him Okra Homer.
Okra!
Oh you can make some gumbo wit' it,
But most of all I like to git it
All by itself in its own juice,
And lying there all nice and loose-That's okra!
It may be poor for eating chips with,
It may be hard to come to grips with,
But okra's such a wholesome food
It straightens out your attitude.
"Mm!" is how discerning folk reSpond when they are served some okra.
Okra's green,
Goes down with ease.
Forget cuisine
Say "Okra , please."
You can have strip pokra,
Give me a nice girl and a dish of okra.
Description
Okra is a tall-growing (3 to 6 feet or more in height), warm-season, annual vegetable
from the same family as hollyhock, rose of Sharon and hibiscus. The immature pods are
used for soups, canning and stews or as a fried or boiled vegetable. The hibiscus like
flowers and upright plant is very pretty. When cut, okra releases a sticky substance with
thickening properties, useful for soups and stews.