I had a horse and his name was Napoleon,
All on account of his bony parts,
Bought him from a friend right down the street,

He was so thin you could see right through him.
His hair was as fine as the finest silk,
Hooked him up to my old milk wagon,
Taught him to stop when I hollered "MILK!"

We were going down the street one day,
When a fella' we did meet,
Said he to me;
"Let's have a race right down the street!'

We were going helter skelter,
we were going at thunderous pace.
When a fellow shouted, 'MILK!'
and stopped that race!