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 onto the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled right out the door!

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It rolled in a garden,
And under a bush,
Now my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.

The mush was as tasty,
As tasty could be,
Early next summer,
It grew into a tree.

The tree was all covered,
With beautiful moss,
It grew lovely meatballs,
In a tomato sauce.

So if you like spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatballs,
And DON’T EVER SNEEZE!

A-A-A-CHOO !!