I learned this variant under the name The Nuthouse Lullaby at Camp Joncaire in Maine back in the 50s and they had been singing it since the 40s. Oh I was born One night, one morn When the whistles went boom boom I can bake a steak or fry a cake When the mud pies are in bloom if 6 and 6 make 9 and ice grows on the vine Then Old Black Joe's an Eskimo In the good old summertime Oh, you can loop-de-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 hooked an apple pie it's on a tree Beneath the sea Above the clear blue sky! Oh, some people call me King Napoleon But I'm not him at all I come from South Dakota Way down near old Saint Paul I'll sue them all for slander. I'll make them all repent For how can I be Bonipart When I'm the President Oh, if Easter eggs Don't shave their legs, Their children will be ducks. (Quack, quack!) I'd rather buy A lemon pie For forty-seven bucks. Way down in Barcelonio I fell into the phonio Oh, this is all baloneyo. Paderewski blow your horn. (Toot, toot!)
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