I leaarned this in the Boy Scouts in Brooklyn in the late 30's almost exactly as Mark Cohen writes.

I fell from a window, a second story window,
And caught my eyelash on a sill, a sill.
Go get the axe, there's a fly on baby's mustach;.
A boy's best friend is his mother-
You're a liar, I'm another
Absence make the heart grow fonder,
Peroxide makes the hair grow blonder,
Christmas comes but once a season,
My father shot a horse- BANG!