I'm bustling around the kitchen tonight getting some chinese takeout ready for dinner and Ellen knows one of the things we're having is pork fried rice, a favorite of hers. So I hear her mumbling and then I start to pick out words. She's singing, to the tune of "Kumbaya":
Pork fried rice, my lord, pork fried rice.
Pork fried rice, my lord, pork fried rice.
pork fried rice, my lord, pork fried rice.
Oh, my lord, pork fried rice.
Now, THAT'S one tasty spiritual.
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