Sung to the Tune of “That’s Amore”
In restaurants where pasta’s served
You’ll want to know what’s on your plate…
When in your dish you spy
A cute little bow tie
That’s farfalle
When your pasta’s aswirl
Like a ringlet-y curl
That’s fusilli
Some are stuffed
Like a little puff
You can’t get enough
You’ll just love ravioli
Or that neat
Crescent made of wheat
Filled with cheese or meat
Can’t be beat: tortellini
If it’s long and it’s round
Like the tail of a hound
That’s spaghetti
If it’s long and it’s flat
Like the tongue of a cat
That’s linguine
Such appeal
Little wagon wheels
Make a happy meal
It’s ideal—call it ruote
And it’s nice
With a little spice
What a big surprise!
Looks like rice—but it’s orzo
Sometimes names are in terms
That are creepy, like “worms”
(Vermicelli)
And some others sound weird
Like the shape “little ears”
(Orecchiete)
But don’t worry what they’re called
‘Cause you know they’re good eatin’, signore
You’ll be feeling so boss
As you lap up your sauce
Past’amore!
Mangia, mangia!
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