There once was a boy who would only eat noodles,
Oodles and oodles and oodles of noodles.
And unless his mom served him, he'd go boo-hoo-hoodles,
Until she would fill up his plate.
Yes, unless he got noodles, he'd get mad-noodles,
And wiggle and whine and act terribly roodles.
He wouldn't eat salad or meatballs or froodles,
He thought those were things that could wait.
But then one dark day, after eating his noodles,
Not carrots and oranges and such healthy foodles,
That little boy turned into a noodle!
And let that be a lesson to him, me and youdle.