Musick, you stole the one I was going to put.

I can't believe nobody's put this one yet, to the tune of
On Top of Old Smoky:

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.

It rolled in the garden,
and under a bush;
and then my poor meatball
was nothing but mush.