Hoyt Axton On Top Of Spaghetti
On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.
But the mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
The very next summer,
It grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered,
With beautiful moss,
It grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.
So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
And don't ever sneeze.