(relaxing music) ♪ When I was a little girl I use to pick ♪ ♪ A handful of dandelions and then I'd stick ♪ ♪ Them under my chin and face the sun ♪ ♪ To see if I liked butter ♪ ♪ And Momma would take out her fresh warm bread ♪ ♪ She sliced it up, called us in and said ♪ ♪ Go easy on the jelly but you can spread ♪ ♪ Lots of nice fresh butter ♪ ♪ Oh, I'm in heaven when I can eat butter ♪ ♪ Pure, real, sweet cream butter ♪ ♪ Butter in the morning on my toast and jam ♪ ♪ Butter in the evening on potatoes and yams ♪ ♪ I can eat anything, yes, I can ♪ ♪ If it's smothered in butter ♪ ♪ Now, a good farmer knows when you buy a cow ♪ ♪ You look at her different that you do a sow ♪ ♪ You want good legs and you want a good udder ♪ ♪ And you ask, how much butter ♪ ♪ 'Cause a good cow gives milk with lots of cream ♪ ♪ And reality turns into a dream ♪ ♪ When you beat it, or churn, or shake it till you utter ♪ ♪ Ah, it's turned to butter ♪ ♪ Well, I'm in heaven when I can eat butter ♪ ♪ Pure, real, sweet cream butter ♪ ♪ Butter in the morning on my toast and jam ♪ ♪ Butter in the evening on potatoes and yams ♪ ♪ I can eat anything, yes, I can ♪ ♪ If it's all smothered in butter ♪ ♪ But now everyone you meet is on a health kick ♪ ♪ If you eat butter you'll sure get sick ♪ ♪ You might even die someday in the gutter ♪ ♪ If you, if you eat butter ♪ ♪ So keep that butter off that roll ♪ ♪ 'Cause butter's got lots of cholesterol ♪ ♪ When they bring out the bread you stand stutter ♪ ♪ I, I can't have butter ♪ ♪ Well, how can I ever be in heaven if I can't have butter ♪ ♪ Pure, real, sweet cream butter ♪ ♪ Butter in the morning on my toast and jam ♪ ♪ Butter in the evening on potatoes and yams ♪ ♪ I can eat anything, yes, I can ♪ ♪ If it's all smothered in butter ♪ ♪ So if you stick something in your mouth ♪ ♪ That tastes real good just spit it out ♪ ♪ 'Cause it will kill you there's no doubt ♪ ♪ Don't you, don't you eat butter ♪ ♪ And the grocery dairy case is all a-clutter ♪ ♪ With things that claim they taste like butter ♪ ♪ But when you eat it your taste buds will mutter ♪ ♪ No, that ain't butter ♪ ♪ Well, how can I ever be in heaven when I can eat butter ♪ ♪ Pure, real, sweet cream butter ♪ ♪ Butter in the morning on my toast and jam ♪ ♪ Butter in the evening on potatoes and yams ♪ ♪ I can eat anything, yes, I can ♪ ♪ If it's smothered in butter ♪ ♪ Well, guess someday I'll just have to die ♪ ♪ 'Cause I hate eating my popcorn dry ♪ ♪ And when my time comes you'll hear me cry ♪ ♪ I, yes, I'm afraid I ate butter ♪ ♪ But when I meet Peter at heaven's gate ♪ ♪ He'll say, come on in you're not too late ♪ ♪ I know you'll like it here above ♪ ♪ 'Cause everything's cooked with butter and love ♪ ♪ Well now, I'm in heaven 'cause I can eat butter ♪ ♪ Pure, real, sweet cream butter ♪ ♪ Butter in the morning on my toast and jam ♪ ♪ Butter in the evening on potatoes and yams ♪ ♪ I can eat anything, yes, I can ♪ ♪ If it's all smothered in butter ♪ ♪ I can eat anything, yes, I can ♪ - Well Julia child here!

I had to sneak in, you know, I was down in earth, I was on public television a lot, but now I'm up here in heaven and I can have lots of butter!

And my favorite food is mashed potatoes, with lots of butter!

♪ I can eat anything, yes I can ♪ ♪ If it's smothered in butter ♪ - [Presenter] Funded by the Minnesota Arts and Cultural Heritage Fund, with money from the vote of the people of Minnesota on November 4th, 2008.

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