Peepin' through the knothole on Grandpa's wooden leg,
Who'll wind the clock when we're away, away?
Go get the ax! There's a hair on baby's chest!
A boy's best friend is his mother.

I learned this in the late 1970s from my aunt, born in Lashmeet, Mercer County, West Virginia. She learned it as a young child, probably early 1950s.

Kent