Semolina!
your'e the queena my cold morning
Sweet Farina!
Cream of Wheat without adorning
and no one makes it like my mom
who has a knack
for food transforming
she melts the butter in a lake
and the mountains are so warming

Semol----ina,
Semolina I love you

Sweet Wheatina!
how you stick with me
all morning
in the steama
from the ***
us kids were swarming
and we loved the one who
got us up
and sent us bundled off
to school
well you made us feel
much happier
since the lunch was not as cool

Semoli----na,
My Semolina
I love you
Semoli----na,
My Semolina
I love you

Semolina
well you're the queena my cold morning
and i do dreama
'bout how far you came
to warm me
cause your the creama
all the crops
grown out
in Italy
and I'm thankin
' God for
every grain
from you to me.

Semoli---na
Semolina, I love you
Semoli---na
Semolina, I love you

Semolina!