Oodles of noodles,
that's all that we will eat,
Oodles of noodles,
for breakfast or a treat.
We wake up in the morning
chanting "We want noodles!"
We eat them shaped like flowers, stars,
or giant orange poodles.
Don't try to sauce them up at all.
We only eat them dry.
Don't you dare add peas to them.
Don't you even try!
You think you're being sneaky
hiding tuna under there.
But we will pick out all that meat
and rub it in our hair!
Oh go ahead and add some cheese,
we'll eat it that way, too.
But afterwards we'll need a bath,
if that's what you want to do.
We will not eat those nuggets
or the stew you made last night.
Don't try to make us noodle soup.
You do not make it right.
We won't eat grilled cheese sandwiches
but go ahead and dream.
If you won't give us our noodles
then we'll just take some ice cream.
We're hungry, Mom, we need to eat,
but we are very picky.
If you make "pb and j" for us
we'll make the kitchen sticky!
If it makes you feel better, Mom
call it pasta if you'd like.
But you'd better make us noodles
if you don't want a big fight!
