My late Mother, born: Dedham, Mass., 1910 used to sing this song to my brother and me, when we were kids in the '50's, thusly:

The Horse Named Napoleon
(To the tune of Feller from Fortune)

I bought a horse and I named him Napoleon
all on account of his boney parts.
He was so thin you could see right through him,
his hair was as fine as the finest silk.

He'd been owned by an old Hambletonian,
known everywhere around these parts.
Hitched him to an old milk wagon
taught him to halt when I hollered, "Milk!"

One fine morning we went riding
along came a feller in a rig so neat.
He he hollered out, "Yuh gosh darn Rueben,
let's have a race right down this street."

Well, off we started helter skelter,
we were goin' at a thunderin' pace.
Sure you're as a sinner I was comin' in a winner,
When the feller hollered "Milk!"... and I lost the race!