Sing along with me…
On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor pickle,
When somebody sneezed.
It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor pickle,
Rolled out of the door.
It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor pickle
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 pickles,
And tomato sauce.
So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your pickle,
Whenever you sneeze.
