On top of spaghetti, all
covered with cheese
I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed
It rolled off of 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 was nothing but mush
The mush was as tasty as tasty could be,
And then the next summer, it grew into a tree
The tree was all covered, all covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs, and tomato sauce.
So if you like spaghetti all covered with cheese
Hold onto your meatball and don’t ever sneeze