Woke up early to get Mr. B. off to school with the chorus to the old plantation song “Short’nin’ Bread” running through my weary mind. Lyrics go like this:
“Put on the skillet,
Slip on the lid,
Mama’s gonna make
A little short’nin’ bread.
That ain’t all
She’s gonna do,
Mama’s gonna make
A little coffee, too.
“Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’, short’nin’,
Mama’s little baby loves
Short’nin’ bread.”
Rest is here. It was the kind of thing you might hear on television now and then, back in the Dark Ages before political correctness set in. Why yes, I’m sure you wanted to know, and now you do.
THE TEXAS SCRIBBLER 
What in the name of all that’s holy could be politically incorrect about that tune? I give up.
Why, it’s offensive to the descendents of slaves, along with everything else they don’t like this year. Think about it. It’s Mama now, but it used to be Mammie.