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