I find it so amazing how many suble changes in the song we have all heard.

Mine was taught to me as a small child by my Mother. She died several years back (it was very sudden. She went into the hospital one week and was gone the next. It was almost at her death when the doctors concluded it was pancreatic cancer-the disease that Patrick Swayze (of "Dirty Dancing") has and is still surviving it.)

Anyway, on the way back from a trip to the grocery store about a half hour ago, I started singing that song...and I was worried that I might have forgotten. We all want to cling to certain happy memories.

Anyway, my grandmother told me my Mom had made it up. I ask Mom later and she told me it was just an old song and she had nothing to do with writing it.

Anyway, here is the version she taught me:


Oh, I was born one night one morn, when the whistle went "toot! toot!"
You could buy and egg or fry a steak 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 old summertime?

Oh, a loopty loop in your noodle soup just to give your socks a shine
I'm the guilty judge, I ate the fudge, three cheers for Auld Lang Syne
I cannot tell a lie, I hogged an apple pie
It's on a tree, beneath the sea, above the bright blue sky

Oh, if easter eggs don't wash their legs, their children will have ducks (Quack, Quack)
I'd rather buy a apple pie for forty-seven bucks
Way down in Barcelonio, I jumped into the foamio,
but that was all bolongio. Pattawhiskie blow your horn (toot! toot!)