Sally eats shoelaces, straw and string But she won't eat cole slaw or anything Her mother says is good for her, she says she's had enough Her father says, "to eat"; she says she stuffed Sally eats cardboard, sticks and rocks but she won't eat cream cheese or bagel and lox They fed her shredded wheat; her lips shut tight She's as weird as her appetite She'll s** her thumb, she'll chew on her hair But no chicken cordon beau, no chocolate eclair She doesn't care for pears, macaroni and cheese Oh, she won't try pie, potatoes or peas I'm telling you children don't be like that It's no way to weigh less, better to be fat She eats like a bird--no more like a goat And nothing good goes down her throat