[AprilHare]

Oh dear..

The Colonel is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures of coldslaw; he leadeth me beside the still gravy.

He restoreth my soul; he leadeth me in the paths of deliciousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for thou art with me; thy biscuit, and thy corn, they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; thou anointest my head with vegetable oil; my 64 oz. cup, runneth over.

Surely scrumptiousness and tastiness, shall follow me, all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Eleven Herbs and Spices, thy K.F.C., forever, and ever.

Amen.