When I been at my cousin Clive's today, Aunt Spot sayed, Georgie, we's havin' my homemaked Pork Hock soup for dinner, does you wanna stay? My face goed all deesgusted on accident; but I sure doesn't wanna eat no Poor Cock soup. I likes roosters with theys cute red fingers stickin' offa theys little heads. Then Aunt Spot sayed, Georgie! Pork hocks bees pigs feets, that's what my soup bees maked outta. Which, eatin' pigs feets bees even worser and worser than eatin' poor cocks. I hadda sneak and call Momma for to come and git me quick.