I learned this song from Girl Scouts camp back in '78. It was called 'The Nonsense song', which I still sing to my dogs (gets them howling): Well, I was born one night, one morn, when the whistle went 'boom, boom'. You can bake a steak, or fry a cake when the mudpies are in bloom! Does six and six make nine? Does ice grow on a vine? Is old black Joe, an Eskimo, in the good ol' summertime? You can loop-ti-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 hocked an apple pie. It's on a tree, beneath the sea, above the clear blue sky! They call me King Napoleon, but I'm not him at all; I come from South Dakota, way down by ol' Saint Paul! I'll sue them all for slander; I'll make them all regret. For how can I, be Bonaparte if I'm the President?! If Easter Eggs don't shave their legs, their children will have ducks. I'd rather buy a lemon pie for forty-seven bucks! Way down in Parcelonia, I fell into the foamia; and this is all bolognia, Paterewsky blow your horn! (toot, toot!)
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