My father began singing this song to me when I was a little girl. He'd be playing the piano in our living room and I'd go to say goodnight. He'd sing,

There once was a girl I knew by the name of Patience Prugh.
She was chief engineer of the shirt tail factory down by the riverside view.
Her form was all she had. She had a face like a soft shell crab.
And every night she tusseled with her patent leather bustle.
Oh, boy she's bad!

The first time he sang to me I cried and said I wasn't bad. My mother told me he sang it to me because he loved me so much and it was my own special song. He sang it often as I grew up and always when I came back home to visit. It always made me feel special. He was born in 1912 and I in 1941. We lived on the Mississippi River bluff in Iowa. My 39 year old son just called from Washington, DC to say, "Guess what?"