Il testo della Little butterball

+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!