The song(s) from the "Hillbilly Hare" episode (one of my enduring favourites):

  Jukebox Square Dance Caller:
          Bow to your corner, bow to your own...
  
          Three hands up and 'round you go,
          Break it up with a dosey-do.
          Chicken in the bread pan pickin' out dough,
          Skip to my Lou, my darling.
  
          The old lady out, you pretty little thing,
          Promenade around the ring,
          Big foot up and little foot down,
          Make that big foot jar the ground.
          Lady step back and two gents in,
          Back you go and forward again.
          Step right up with an elbow swing,
          Skip to my Lou, my darling.
    
          Allemande left with the old left hand
          Follow through the right and left grand.  
          Meet your honey with a great big smile
          Promenade, Indian style.  
  
  
  Bugs takes over:
          Promenade! Across the floor,
          Sashay right on out the door.
          Out the door and into the glade,
          Everybody promenade. 
          
          Step right up, you're doin' fine,
          I'll pull your beard, you pull mine.
          Yank it again, like you did before,
          Break it up with a tug o' war.
  
          Now into the brook and fish for a trout,
          Dive right in and splash about.
          Trout, trout, pretty little trout,
          One more splash and come right out
  
          Shake like a hound dog, shake again,
          Wallow 'round in the old pig pen.    
          Wallow some more, you all know how,
          Roll around like an old fat sow.
  
          Allemande left with your left hand,
          Follow through with a right-left grand.
          Now lead your partner, the dirty old thing,
          Follow through with an elbow swing.
  
          Grab a fence post, hold it tight,
          Womp your partner with all your might.
          Hit him in the shin, hit him in the head,
          Hit him again, the critter ain't dead.
  
          Womp him low and womp him high,
          Stick your finger in his eye.
          Pretty little rhythm, pretty little sound,
          Bang your heads against the ground.
  
          Promenade all around the room,
          Promenade like a bride and groom.    
          Open up the door and step right in,
          Close the door and into a spin.
  
          Whirl, whirl, twist and twirl,
          Jump all around like a flyin' squirrel.
          Now don't you cuss and don't you swear,
          Just come right out and form a square.
  
          Now right hand over and left hand under,
          Both join hands and run like thunder.
          Over the hill and over the dale,
          Duck your head and lift your tail.
  
          Don't you stray and don't you roam,
          Turn it around and promenade home.    
          Corn in the crib pen, wheat in the sack,
          Turn your partner, promenade back.
  
            (plummeting sounds follow)
  
          And now you're home...
          Bow to your partner...
          Bow to the gent across the hall... 
          And dat is all!