On top of spaghetti, 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 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 lovely meatballs and tomato sauce
So if you eat spaghetti, all covered with cheese
Hold on to your meatballs, and don't ever sneeze