The one that's been sung in my family for years, I assume passed down from my Grandmother who is 84 this year is this:

Peeping through the knot hole in Papa's wooden leg
Who put the shore so near the ocean, the ocean
Who cut the sleeves on Papa's BVDs
And dug up Willie's grave for a kitchen, a kitchen

The horses ran around, with their feet upon the ground
Who'll wind the clock up while I'm gone
There's room beside my head and there's room beside my feet
A mother chased her son around the block, the block

She picked up a shingle, that made his britches tingle
Just because he smacked his baby sister, his sister
Runnin' down the lane, with his britches full of pain
A boy's best friend is his mother, his mother