It''s round and full of jelly,
It's holding the sandwich
I ate at the deli.
It sometimes gets a little big,
I guess I ate too much pig.
It sometimes gets a little too full,
I guess I shouldn't have finished that whole
bowl.
Sometimes it get's a little round,
I guess I shouldn't eat sausage by the pound.
There's a button in the middle
And a spine in the back,
I'm kinda shaped like a fiddle
On a Big Mac!
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Shaped like a fiddle on a big mac? Really? Ronald