Looking through a knot hole
in father's wooden leg
I fell and sprained my eyebrow on the pavement
the sidewalk
Run fetch the Listerene, sister's got a beau,
we feed our baby garlic so we can find him in the dark.
And a boy's best friend his his mother, his mother.

My father sang this song to us when we were children. He had sung it in college as part of the Glee Club repertoire. I don't remember all the verses, but there were many.