On top of spaghetti 
All covered in cheese. 
I lost my poor meat ball, 
When somebody sneezed 
It rolled off the table, 
And onto the floor, 
And then my poor meatball, 
Rolled out of the door. 
It rolled down the garden, 
And under a bush. 
And then my poor meat ball, 
Was nothing but mush. 
And then in the springtime, 
My meatball tree grew, 
And then there were meatballs. 
For me and for you. 
If you have spaghetti, 
All covered in cheese, 
Hold onto your meatball, 
'Cos someone might sneeze.