I learned this as the BAREFOOT BOY WITH BOOTS ON--one of my grandfather's favorite songs.

The night was dark and cloudy. The moon was shining bright.
The sun was snowing madly as it rained all day that night.
Lightning struck the cowshed and the cows all chewed their cud.
The moonlight set the prairie on fire in the middle of the woods.

The barefoot boy with boots on came shuffling down the street.
His pants were full of pockets and his shoes were full of feet.
He was born when he was a baby, his grandma's pride and joy.
His only brother was a girl and his sister was a boy.

I know there's more but that's all I can remember right now.

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 17-Jul-02.