Goodbye Aunt Jemima

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It is time for Aunt Jemima

To bid us all goodbye

Her products were on many tables

And they sure did gratify

 

Corn meal, syrup and pancake mix

Were her claim to fame

But I always wondered 

Just what was her last name

 

Her syrup was a big seller

And her pancakes close behind

But her image on the package

Brought unpleasant things to mind

 

You can’t have a racist breakfast

That is something we all know

So, Quaker Oats decided 

Aunt Jemima has to go

 

She joins the ranks of others

Frito Bandito comes to mind

Jolly Green Giant, Eskimo Pies and Sambos

All got in a bind

 

Reminded me, a few weeks back

Land O Lakes felt compelled to utter

They will no longer show an Indian

On their packages of butter

 

And you know it isn’t “If”

It’s really only “When”

We all must say goodbye

To a rice named “Uncle Ben”

 

Can’t say I will miss them much

I never was a fan

Goodbye Aunt Jemima

Best of luck in the Promised Land

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