In Chinatown there lived a great man
His name was Chika Raka Rosha Pan
His legs were long and his feet were short
And the Chinaman couldn't walk at all

Catgo toogo
I go you go
I spy spitigo
I spy I spy
Chi and co

He had two servants to carry him about
One was thin and the other was stout
They carried him up to the top of the hill
Then they rolled him down like a rolling pin

Catgo toogo
I spy Spitigo
Con diddle oram
Guinea pig a nag

He had two sons and these two sons were brothers
One of them died upon his back
The other one on his - - - birthday


I am trying to find any other old memories scattered around to help complete a few more verses, will be back.