On Top of Spaghetti

On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese ost,
I lost my poor meatball köttbulle,

When somebody sneezed nös.

It rolled off the table bordet,
And on to the floor golvet,
And then my poor stackars  meatball,

Rolled out of the door.

It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush buske,
And then my poor meatball,

Was nothing but mush mos.

The mush was as tasty smakade gott,
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,

It grew into a tree träd.

The tree was all covered täckt,
All covered with moss mossa,
And on it grew meatballs,

And tomato sauce sås.

So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,

Whenever you sneeze nyser.