My father’s version:

I had a horse, and his name was Bill
And when he ran, he couldn’t stand still
He ran away
One day
And also I ran with him

He ran so fast that he couldn’t stop
He ran into a barbershop
And he sat down
With his head
On the barber’s right shoulder

In ‘Frisco bay there lives a whale
She eats pork chops by the pail
By the hatbox
By the pillbox
By the hogshead
And the schooner

Her name is Lee and she’s a peach
But don’t leave food within her reach
Not toothpaste
Not candles
Not chocolate ice cream sodas

I’d like to sit down by the brook
Take a fishing line and hook
And fish
For clams
For oysters
And bananas

And when I see a sign so near
That says “No Fishing Goes On Here” I’ll hunt
For buttons
For turnips
And for candy