Little Butterball

I'm called Little Butterball Dear Little Butterball Though I could never tell why My calories mount My cholesterol count Is as high as an elephant's eye They told me to diet I promised I'd try it Yet somehow my weight would not budge Each Metrecal cookie To me tasted ookie So I covered it with hot fudge I ate watercresses And other such messes And pushed all my favorites aside I said to the caterers "No more mashed potaterers Just baked, and hash browned, and French fried" I sing this sad song 'Cause my diet went wrong Though I honestly tried to pay heed I don't care how high Is an elephant's eye But an elephant's rear I don't need