In fifth grade in about 1944 we had a talent contest. I sang "As Time Goes By" if memory serves. I was used to winning. A new kid to our school named Morton sang "One Meat Ball" and won the contest. His version of the lyrics were burned into my brain. Here they are. After all these years I still remember, the agony of defeat.

A little man walked up and down, to see what he could see in town.
He walked into a friendly place and sat him down with manly grace.
He looked into the bill of fare to see what six odd pence could do him there.
He looked into the bill of fare to see what six odd pence could do him there.
He called the waiter down the hall and said, "Please, sir, just one meat ball."
He called the waiter down the hall and said, "Please, sir, just one meat ball."
The waiter roared it down the hall: "Dis guy here wants one meat ball!"
The waiter roared it down the hall: "Dis guy here wants one meat ball!"
The little man, now ill at ease: "A slice of bread, sir, if you please."
The little man, now ill at ease: "A slice of bread, sir, if you please."
The waiter roared it down the hall: "You gets no bread with one meat ball!"
The waiter roared it down the hall: "You gets no bread with one meat ball!"
And so the moral of it all: you gets no bread with one meat ball.
And so the moral of it all: you gets no bread with one meat ball.