My poor meatball

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

:cry:

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.

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 eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze.

--

You might be able to tell, I'm listening to some REALLY old songs this evening... :rofl:

[Gormy Cuss]

1. Thanks for the earworm.

hold onto your meatball...

[TheProphetess]

2. Wow - you just took me back about 15 years!

Childhood memories haunting me!

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

4. If just fifteen years takes you back to childhood, then

you're still REALLY young!

[TheProphetess]

7. I'm 33 years old, so taking me back 15 years would make me 18

Does that count as childhood? I guess I should have gone for twenty years. :shrug:

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

8. In a couple weeks I'll be 51, so yes, you're still YOUNG.

:toast:

[GoddessOfGuinness]

3. Thanks for the lyrics!

I've been wanting to teach that song to my son. :-)

[regnaD kciN]

5. Wonderful. Next thing you know...

...somebody's going to bring up "Mine Eyes Have Seen the Glory of the Burning of the School"... :eyes:

[Prisoner_Number_Six]

6. Well, since you mentioned it...

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Burning_of_the_School

You're welcome! :evilgrin: