For the incomplete verse above about he's a fallin'

Now one night I was a dreamin' and to me it was a seemin'
I was pillin' up skywritin' in the air
When the people started callin' He's a fallin, he's a fallin
I woke up with both my feet out cold and bare
Cold and bare, up in the air
You can imagine that it was an awful scare
When the people started callin', he's a fallin' he's a fallin'
Seemed so good to find my feet out cold and bare.

Another verse:
Now I hate to talk about myself, but I'm not laid upon a shelf
I know a thing or two writ down in ink.
Now the sun goes up, the sun goes down.
This earth ain't flat it's kind'a round, who found that out well I'm the very kink
I'm the kink, I'm the kink
well I know a thing or two if I can think.
But my head don't work so very well
I never learned to read or spell, It always seems so hard for me to think.

I learned this from my father who sang song to us primarily when we were traveling in the car. He could not stand to have a ratio in the car since he hated commercials and did not like to have to listen to something he did not like. He probably picked it up growing up on a farm in north western Nebraska in the 20's and 30s.