Roly Poly
Eating corn and taters
Hungry every minute of the day
Roly Poly
Gnawing on a biscuit
As 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
Roly Poly
Daddy's little fatty
I bet he's gonna be a man someday
Roly Poly
Scrambled eggs for breakfast
Bread and jelly twenty times a day
Roly Poly
Eats a hearty dinner
It takes lots of strength
To run and play
Well, now he pulls up weeds
And does the chores
Runs both ways
Through all the doors
He works up an appetite that way
Roly Poly
Daddy's little fatty
I bet he's gonna be
A man someday