wishing on a star-blue sky.
Wish I may, wish that I might
not count any more calories tonight.
On gravy, on pudding, on jelly and jam:
slather my turkey and spiral sliced ham.
Oh green beans, cabbage and pretty yams,
skip my hips and pass my gams.
Fluffy rolls, brown rolls, yeast and more,
will I ever again fit through the door?
Jello salad, pea salad, pickles and cheese,
pass the relish tray and the margarine please!
Mashed potatoes, smashed potatoes, who gives a rip?
I'm on a delirious, delicious carbohydrate trip,
and when I'm done, maybe I'll run a lap....
after my L-tryptophan-induced, heavenly nap!
