Little Butterball Im called Little Butterball Dear Little Butterball Though I could never tell why My calories mount My cholesterol count Is as high as an elephants eye They told me to diet I promised Id try it Yet somehow my weight would not budge Each Metrecal cookie To me tasted ookie So I covered it with hot fudge I ate watercresses And other such messes And pushed all my favorites aside I said to the caterers No more mashed potaterers Just baked, and hash browned, and french fried. I sing this sad song Cause my diet went wrong Though I honestly tried to pay heed I dont care how high Is an elephants eye But an elephants rear I dont need!
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