Meatball meatball down the hill
it must be having quite a thrill.
Stain the grass, paint it red
I hope you roll up in my bread.
If the bread accepts you so
I'll shoo away that nasty crow.
Down in the river, a plate I found
let me wipe it on the ground.
Imagine now, what you just read
if you haven't already fled.
For if I were to take a bite
my face would show, it's not right.
Let me grab that piece of cheese
from the mouse, I said, "Please?"
In the end, and to end it all
that last bite, was my downfall.
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 11:31 AM UTC
Meatball meatball down the hill
it must be having quite a thrill.
Stain the grass, paint it red
I hope you roll up in my bread.
If the bread accepts you so
I'll shoo away that nasty crow.
Down in the river, a plate I found
let me wipe it on the ground.
Imagine now, what you just read
if you haven't already fled.
For if I were to take a bite
my face would show, it's not right.
Let me grab that piece of cheese
from the mouse, I said, "Please?"
In the end, and to end it all
that last bite, was my downfall.
You all have that friend who would eat anything from anywhere...
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