This is the version I was taught by my best friend's aunt back in 1980.


One night one morn when I was born in a whistle went boom boom.
You could bake a cake or fry a snake when the mud pies were in bloom.
Does 6 and 6 make 9? Does ice grow on a vine?
There's old black Joe an Eskimo in the good old summer time.

Oh loop de loop in your noodle soup. Does it give your socks a shine?
I'm guilty fudge I ate the judge 3 cheers for Auld Lang Syne.
I cannot tell a lie. I ate the apple pie.
It was under a tree beneath the sea above the clear blue sky.

Oh Easter eggs can't wash their legs but the children will have ducks.
I'd rather by a lemon pie for 47 bucks.
Way down past Pomonaio they jumped into the phonio
and that was clear bolognao Paderewski blow your horn toot-toot!