One day I'll make a pasta.
It will scream and shout that it wants its mama.
The pigs will absolutely adore my meal;
They'll gaze at it and gawk at it and never ever squeal.
My pasta will be divine with many different attributes
Like noodles, meatballs, and let's not forget, chicken noodle soup.
My pasta won't have a name—it'll be the only one available.
My pasta will have so much stuff it'll make your stomach unstable.
With my pasta I will serve garlic bread, cheddar cheese, and super big pants
Because, let's face it—you'll want more and more until you can't dance.
And when I've accomplished all this, my masterpiece will be complete.
I'll scoop it up on a plate and give it to my one true love to eat.