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Little Butterball
I'm called Little Butterball,
Dear Little Butterball,'
Though I could never tell why.
My calories mount.
My cholesterol count
Is as high as an elephant's eye.
They told me to diet.I promised I'd 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 don't care how high
Is an elephant's eye,
But an elephant's rear I don't need!
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