ROLY POLY

 Roly Poly, eating' corn n' 'taters
Hungry every minute of the day
Roly Poly, gnawing on a biscuit
Long as he can chew it, it's OK.

He can eat an apple pie
An' never even bat an eye
He likes everything from soup to hay
Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty
Bet he's going to be a man some day.
 

Roly Poly, scrambled eggs for breakfast
Bread n' jelly twenty times a day
Roly Poly eats a hardy dinner
It takes lots of strength to run and play.
 

Pulls up weeds and does the chores
And he runs both ways to all the stores
He works up an appetite that way
Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty
Bet he's going to be a man someday.