Three, six, nine The goose drank wine The monkey chewed tobacco On the street car line The line broke The monkey got choked and They all went to heaven In a little row boat
On top of spaghetti
On top of spaghetti All cover with cheese I lost my poor meatball When somebody sneezed It rolled off of the table And On to the floor Then my poor meatball Rolled out of the door It rolled to the garden And under a bush We then had A meatball bush
Birdie, Birdie**
Birdie, Birdie In the sky Why up do that In my eye Aren’t you glad That cow’s can’t fly