By Irving Berlin Moody Johnson, Jr.

White Cornbread

I'm dreaming of a white cornbread,
Just like the ones I used to know,
One that melts the butter,
Makes stomachs flutter,
And fills you up from head to toe.

I'm dreaming of a white cornbread,
In every skillet that's in sight,
May the sides be cispy, to biiiiite,
and may all your cornbreads be just right.