my mother taught it to me this way.

When papa put the paper on the wall.
He put the parlour paper in the hall.
He papered up the stairs, he papered all the chairs,
He even put a border on grandma's shawl.
But the ladder slipped and he began to fall.
The pot of paste fell down upon us all.
Like birds of a feather, we all stuck together.
When papa put the paper on the wall.