Little Butterball — текст песни (Sherman Allan)

+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!