I'm called Little Butterball   Dear Little Butterball   Though I could never tell why   My calories mount   My cholesterol count   Is as high as an elephant's eye      They told me to diet   I promised I'd try it   Yet somehow my weight would not budge   Each Metrecal cookie   To me tasted ookie   So I covered it with hot fudge      I ate watercresses   And other such messes   And pushed all my favorites aside   I said to the caterers   "No more mashed potaterers   Just baked, and hash browned, and French fried"      I sing this sad song   'Cause my diet went wrong   Though I honestly tried to pay heed   I don't care how high   Is an elephant's eye   But an elephant's rear I don't need