An American Story Part I Grocery shopping with mom I always hope she gets Those Aunt Jemima pancakes They’re the best I know that because I see her on TV And she tells me so She always looks so happy Like all she ever wanted to do Was to make pancakes for me Part II Well now it’s a few years later I’m a little embarrassed A little ashamed About how I used to harp on Those Aunt Jemima pancakes I started to wonder Who is she anyway? Does she have kids of her own? Who takes care of them when she is making all those pancakes Do they like her pancakes? Do they like to see her on TV? Is she really someone’s aunt? Where does she live? What does she like to do when she is not making pancakes? Does she even like making pancakes? Does she have friends? Are her parents proud of her? Part III I stopped eating those pancakes Because they started to taste A little like blood *DISCLAIMER my parents never bought Aunt Jemima products |