Little Butterball

I'm called Little Butterball

Dear Little Butterball

Though I could never tell why

My calories mount

My cholesterol count

Is as high as an elephant's eyeThey told me to diet

I promised I'd try it

Yet somehow my weight would not budge

Each Metrecal cookie

To me tasted ookie

So I covered it with hot fudgeI ate watercresses

And other such messes

And pushed all my favorites aside

I said to the caterers

"No more mashed potaterers

Just baked, and hash browned, and French fried"I sing this sad song

'Cause my diet went wrong

Though I honestly tried to pay heed

I don't care how high

Is an elephant's eye

But an elephant's rear I don't need