I remember the following version from girl scouts in Granada Hills, CA in the 1960s':

The cutest guy [repeat]
I ever saw [repeat]
Was sippin cider [repeat]
Through a straw [repeat]
The cutest boy I ever saw, was sippin cider through a straw.

First cheek to cheek [repeat]
Then jaw to jaw [repeat]
We sipped that cider [repeat]
Through a straw [repeat]
First cheek to cheek then jaw to jaw, we sipped that cider through a straw.

Then sometimes when [repeat]
That straw would slip [repeat]
Then we'd sip cider lip to lip [repeat]
Then sometimes when that straw would slip, we'd sip our cider lip to lip.

And now I have [repeat]
a mother in law [repeat]
and 14 kids [repeat]
that call me ma [repeat]
And now I have my mother in law, and 14 kids that call me ma.

The moral is [repeat]
My little dopes [repeat]
Don't you sip cider [repeat]
You sip coke [repeat]
The moral is my little dopes, don't you sip cider, you sip...
Dad's old fashioned root beer
Going on its third year
I think I'm gonna stop here.