Balls!

On top of Old Smokey,
All covered with cheese,
I lost my poor meatball,
When somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table,
And onto the floor,
And then my poor meatball,
Rolled out of the door.

It rolled down the garden,
And under a bush,
And then my poor meatball,
Was nothing but mush.

-Scout song (sort of)

Well, that was the version we sang when I was little anyway. The 'Old Smokey' bit never made sense to me so I guess spaghetti would have been more appropriate but that's not the version we sang. I knew about Arbroath smokies though so I sort of envisioned a giant fish...

Anyway,enough about the weird workings of my brain. I made Moroccan meatballs for tea and they were extremely yummy :o)