I learned this song from Girl Scouts camp back in '78. It was called 'The Nonsense song', which I still sing to my dogs (gets them howling):


Well, I was born one night, one morn, when the whistle went 'boom, boom'.
You can bake a steak, or fry a cake when the mudpies are in bloom!
Does six and six make nine? Does ice grow on a vine?
Is old black Joe, an Eskimo, in the good ol' summertime?

You can loop-ti-loop, in your noodle soup, just to give your socks a shine...
I'm guilty judge, I stole the fudge, three cheers for Auld Lang Syne!
I cannot tell a lie; I hocked an apple pie.
It's on a tree, beneath the sea, above the clear blue sky!

They call me King Napoleon, but I'm not him at all;
I come from South Dakota, way down by ol' Saint Paul!
I'll sue them all for slander; I'll make them all regret.
For how can I, be Bonaparte if I'm the President?!

If Easter Eggs don't shave their legs, their children will have ducks.
I'd rather buy a lemon pie for forty-seven bucks!
Way down in Parcelonia, I fell into the foamia;
and this is all bolognia, Paterewsky blow your horn!
(toot, toot!)