Here it is...

My papa works in a pretzel factory,
Attending the bending.
I'm thirsty, it seems, even in my dreams,
Because he keeps bringin' samples home.

My grandma works in a patch-quilt factory.
She matches the patches.
My clothes are a sight: purple, pink, and white,
Because she keeps bringin' samples home.

And there's my silly cousin Willie.
He makes doughnuts all day long.
I sample doughnuts till I go nuts.
No wonder I sing the sample song.

My uncle works in a money factory,
Inspecting, collecting.
I heard a man say that he's gone away,
Because he kept bringin' samples home.

And there's my busy ol' cousin Lizzie,
She works makin' cheese all day,
And how her cheeses kill the breezes,
For you can tell where we live a mile away.

My brother works in a corkscrew factory,
Assisting the twisting,
I have to admit, I'm afraid to sit,
Because he keeps bringing samples home, sweet home.
He keeps bringing samples home.

All the best,
Frank