Today as we were getting ready to make dinner, I started singing "On Top of Spaghetti".  I belted the first two verses out with gusto.

On top of spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table,
And on to the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.

Then, nothing.  I had no idea what came next.  I could vaguely remember something about the meatball continuing on its journey and eventual demise.  The moral of the story being something about holding onto your meatball unless you want its happy life to end (in meatball terms).  But when I couldn't remember any actual words, I turned to the experts in old songs - The Scouts.

The next verse listed sounded just about right to me:
It rolled in the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.

But then, it took a strange turn.
The mush was as tasty
As tasty could be,
And then the next summer,
It grew into a tree.

The tree was all covered,
All covered with moss,
And on it grew meatballs,
And tomato sauce.

See, I don't get that.  That's not at all how I remembered it going.  I mean, that sounds awesome!  A meatball and spaghetti tree?  If you could have that, wouldn't we all be sneezing all over our plates right next to open windows?

The last verse was much like I remembered, giving out that final warning to all the listeners.  But as it followed the description of the amazing no-cooking necessary tree, I don't see why the warning is warranted.
So if you eat spaghetti,
All covered with cheese,
Hold on to your meatball,
Whenever you sneeze.

If these lyrics are accurate, I think that last verse should be rewritten.  Maybe something like this:
So get out your buckets,
And bring your own spoon,
This momma's done cookin'
I'll be at the saloon.