Roly Poly

Roly Poly eatin' corn and taters

Hungry every minute of the day

Roly Poly gnawin' on a biscuit

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 soup to hay

Whoa, Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty

Bet he's going to be a man some day

Roly Poly, scrambled eggs for breakfast

Bread and jelly twenty times a day

Roly Poly, eats a hardy dinner

It takes lots of strength to run and play

He 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 some day