From Digitrad:
THE HORSES RUN AROUND

The horses run around, their feet are on the ground,
Oh, who will wind the clock while I'm away, away,
Go get the axe, there's a hair on baby's chest;
Oh, a boy's best friend is his mother, his mother.

While looking out the window, a second story window,
I slipped and sprained my eyebrow on the pavement, the pavement,
Go get the Listerine, sister has a beau,
Who cut the sleeves off father's vest, his vest.

A-peeking through the knothole, in grandpa's wooden leg,
Oh, who has built the shore so near the ocean, the ocean,
Go get the alcohol, Willy wants a drink,
For grandma's false teeth will soon fit baby, fit baby.

While walking in the moonlight, the bright and sunny moonlight,
She kissed me in the eye with a tomato, tomato,
We feed the baby garlic so we can find him in the dark;
An onion is a husky vegetable, a table.

She spanked him with a shingle, and made his panties tingle,
Because he socked his little baby brother, his brother,
A snake's belt slips, because he has no hips,
And he wears a necktie around his middle, his middle.

@humor @kids @camp
Filename[ HORSERUN
SH
Apr01


Titles, it's been said, are a snare and a delusion