Luyện nghe bài hát Little Butterball

I'm called Butterball
Dear Little
Though I could tell why
My mount
My count
Is as as an elephant's eye

They told me to
I I'd try it
Yet my weight would not budge
Each Metrecal
To me ookie
So I it with hot fudge

I ate
And other messes
And pushed all my favorites
I said to the
"No more potaterers
baked, and hash browned, and French fried"

I sing sad song
'Cause my went wrong
Though I tried to pay heed
I don't care how
Is an eye
But an elephant's rear I don't