My mother sang this to me as a lullaby, and it always went: Toodle-lama-lama, Toodle-lama-lama, toodle-[eye]-ay Any Um-ber-ellas, Any Um-ber-ellas to fix to-day? Bring your parasal, it may be big, it may be smaaaaall, He will fix them all, with what we call, a thingamajig. Pitter patter patter, pitter patter patter, it looks like rain. Let it pitter patter, let it pitter patter, don't mind the rain. He'll mend your umbrella, then go on his way, singing, Toodle lama lama, toodle-ay, toodle lama lama, toodle-ay, Any um-ber-ellas to fix, to-day?
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