I lost my poor meatball, when somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table, and on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball, it rolled out 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 early next summer, it grew into a tree.
The tree was all covered, with beautiful moss,
It grew great big meatballs, and tomato sauce.
So if you like spaghetti, all covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball, and don’t ever sneeze