On top of spagetti, 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 out of the door.

It rolled into the garden, and under a bush,
And then my poor meatball, it turned into mush .

The mush was so tasty, as tasty can be.
And early next morning, grew into a tree.

The tree was all covered with old Spanish moss.
It grew lovely meatballs and to-ma-to-sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
Hold on to you meatball, when sombody sneeze.