Roly Poly eatin' corn and taters   Hungry every minute of the day   Roly Poly gnawin' on a biscuit   Long as he can chew it it's okay      He can eat an apple pie   And never even bat an eye   He likes everything from soup to hay   Woah, Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty   Bet he's going to be a man some day      Roly Poly, scrambled eggs for breakfast   Bread and jelly twenty times a day   Roly Poly, eats a hardy dinner   It takes lots of strength to run and play      He pulls up weeds and does the chores   And he runs both ways to all the stores   He works up an appetite that way   Roly Poly, daddy's little fatty   Bet he's going to be a man some day