Maybe this poem will help: Song To Grits When my mind's unsettled, When I don't feel spruce, When my nerves get frazzled, When my flesh gets loose- What knits Me back together's grits. Grits with gravy, Grits with cheese, Grits with bacon, Grits with peas. Grits with a minimum Of two over-medium eggs mixd in 'em:um! Grits, grits, it's Grits I sing- Grits fits In with anything. rich and poor, black and white, Lutheran and Campbellite, Jews and Southern Jesuits, All acknowledge buttered grits. Give me two hands, give me my wits, Give me forty pounds of grits. Grits at taps, grits at reveille, I am into grits real heavily. True grits, More grits, Fish, grits, and collards. Life is good where grits are swallered. Grits Sits Right. Roy Blount, Jr., 1982