This is more like the end of Old Smokey, but I thought you all might enjoy it. We always sang it this way:

On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese,
I lost my last meatball
When somebody sneezed.

It fell off the table
and rolled 'cross the floor,
and the last time I saw it,
It rolled out the door.

There might have been more verses in which it descended from the mountains like a souped up car full of moonshine, but by then we were laughing too hard to continue.

Okay, that was not scholarly, but when we were little kids, we sang that every time we had spaghetti for dinner and never failed to find it hysterical.

What has society come to?

Slag310