Roly Poly

Roly Poly, eatin' corn and taters

Hungry every minute of the day

Roly Poly, knawin' all the biscuits

Long as he can chew it, it's okay.

He can eat an apple pie

And never even bat an eye

He likes everything

From a soup to hay.

Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty

Bet he's gonna be a man someday.

Roly Poly, scrambled eggs for breakfast

Bread and jelly twenty times a day

Roly Poly, eats a hard day dinner

It takes lots of strenght to run and play.

Bowls up weeds and does the chores

Runs both ways to all the stores

He waers up that apetite that way.

Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty

Bet he's gonna be a man someday...