My my macadamia,
O how round you are.
I love to taste,
Your nut embrace,
You are my salty star.

My my macadamia nut,
You are so cheap in price.
On that shelf,
In all your wealth,
To me you did entice.

My my macadamia,
I do like seeing you roll.
Straight from the pack,
To my stomach,
Forget that grubby bowl.

My my macadamia,
Where are you on the floor?
I lost my grip,
And you did slip,
Don’t you love me anymore?