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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,
All covered with sauce.
So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatballs,
And don't ever sneeze.
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