Macaroni Head

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Play the song above — the words light up as they are sung.

Crunchy little noodles,
Or long ones thin and white.
Little bows and cylinders,
Are the ones I like to bite.

Smother them with butter,
Then sprinkle tons of cheese,
I'll eat them up and beg for more,
Forgetting to say, “PLEASE!”

Heaped up high upon my plate!
I'll eat what I am fed.
There's not a scrap left over.
I'm a macaroni head!