Lyrics: Maureen S. O'Brien, 1994
To the tune of "On Top of Old Smoky/Spaghetti"
Insp: Sailor Moon (American version)
Feel free _not_ to kill me, Kieri....fans of the Japanese version may
substitute o-dango for meatball, etc.
On top of Serena,
All covered with hair,
I saw these poor meatballs
And just had to stare.
Her ponytails looked like
Spaghetti with cheese,
And from those poor meatballs,
They swung in the breeze.
They swung in the breeze till
She fell on her face,
'Cause our klutz Serena
Knows nothing of grace.
So if you see meatballs
Roll out on the grass,
You'll know poor Serena
Fell right on her ....
(Repeat first verse)
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