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Spaghetti and Meatballs Garden Somewhere In OZ

Spaghetti and Meatballs Garden
Somewhere In OZ
On top of spaghetti,
all covered with cheese,
I cried Spaghetti
when I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.
My meatball rolled off the table, and onto the floor,
Then my poor meatball rolled out of the Cabin door.
It rolled out to the balcony, and wobbled like a bowling ball,
over the edge,
over the edge,
It plonked itself,
It plonked itself,
on the pavement,
on the pavement,
on the lower ground floor.
It rolled down the slope of the hill
into the garden
In The garden,
In The Garden,
where the Spider Orchards Grow,
In The Garden,
In The Garden
where Kangaroo Paws Grow,
In the Garden,
In the Garden,
Where Everlasting daisy’s and other Wildflowers Grow.
It rolled down into the Garden
Near a Robin Gordon Bottle Brush Bush Grow
It rolled down the garden,
settled quietly as a round blob
The round blob settled lonely,
very still under a Wild Rosemary bush,
Day Became Night,
Long Days Became Many Nights,
The Season Changed
The Seasons Changed
Then
Autumn and Winter Came
I t was so cold in the mist of the night air,
It rained and rained all winter long
Winter Became Spring,
The Suns Rays Shone across the Valley in The Hills
Oh Dear!
I went to rescue my poor meatball,
But
My poor meatball was nothing but mush!
The mush was as tasty, as tasty could be,
But not fit to eat for a Human Being!
And the very next summer it grew into a tree.
In the valley,
The Hills, tall trees,
The bush is my backyard.
And
The Woodsman called The Man Of Trees
The Woodsman lights the fire for the camp,
I make more Spaghetti and meatballs
The tree was all covered,
all covered with moss on the forest floor,
And on the forest floor grew meatballs,
all covered with sauce.
So if you have spaghetti,
all covered with cheese,
Hold onto your meatball,
’cause someone might sneeze.
And do not let the man of Trees
near your Spaghetti and meatballs,
Because he farts a loud smelly Canon of Peas.
His fart alone may disguise the Smell,
taste of The Spaghetti And Cheese,
It may make the Cabin room rumble like a Volcano
Or Your May Think There was and Earthquake
Oh Dear,
You may think it is time to pray for Emergency Relief,
it may make your poor meat ball roll off of your plate,
And roll on the table and across the floor and out the Cabin door.
It will roll out like a bowling ball, over the edge of the balcony,
Your poor meat ball, will hit the lower ground pavement with a almighty thud.
Your poor meatball will roll down into the garden, under a bush,
And if The Ants don’t eat it, and the worms don’t eat it
The Kookaburras may eat it,
If The kookaburras don’t eat it Your poor meatball may turn into mush.
And by next Summer,
The Poor Meatball may grow into to a Tree in the Valley of Tall Trees and Bush.

Spaghetti and Meatballs Garden Somewhere In OZ

zoolou

City of Swan, Perth, Western Australia, Australia

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