Another Bowl of Spaghetti

Our taste buds have gone sad It is the fault of Dad Since Mom's been gone He's feeding us all wrong Now it's not that we are upset It's just that we object For three meals a day Another bowl of spaghetti At first we were pleased We had plenty of cheese But Mom were about to flip Come back from your business trip Dad's heart is right He thinks his spaghetti a delight But even chef Boyardee Had some variety No use to complain Every meal is the same Three times a day Another bowl of spaghetti