I have nothing to put in my stew you see, not a bone or a bean or black eyed pea, so I'll just climb in the pot to see if I can make stew out of me ,I'll sing while I shimmer I'll smile while I am stewing I'll stir myself often to see how I am doing. I'll stir me around with this big wooden spoon and stir myself up to quarter to noon so bring out your Steel bowls and goblers and snackers while I hope you enjoyed me because I'm fading away, forever I'll be in the stew, weeping and turning Gray.
