On top of spaghetti, It rolled off the table, It rolled in the garden, The mush was as tasty The tree was all covered, So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze.
