this is my version

It was vinter in the Valleygreen and the vind blew on the vindowpane and the vomen in the Vaudeville rode volosopedes in the vestibules.

Copenhagen was taken hoorah hoorah
Copenhagen was taken hoorah hoorah

And all the shtraight people shtood up in the shteeple and shpit on the people below.

Ahhhh vomen, ahhh men.

We were off to leiber august september october novonder ve are sober ve ain't got no beer.

My little brother Heinrich, by the window stood. Inside, out looking, he saw a tree there standing, and on that tree a peach there hanging. He leaned the window out, he fell the window out, his head upon the rocks there lay, peachless. He died he did he died of broken ribs, he did e died he did he died of broken ribs.

Oh we're the boys from bowling green, bowling green, bowling green. We're the boys from bowling green. Boys, don't bowl on the green. The green is for the king, the king is for the queen, the queen is for the prince. Prince? What prince? Fingerprints? No. Footprints? No. Here Prince!

The moral of the story is to know the difference between panic (inhale) and passion (exhale).

So how's your mother, how's your father, how's your sister Sue? And while we're talking, 'bout your family, how's your old wazoo?