Here is the song my grandma used to sing to me and my sister when we were kids:

Bobby and his sled

At evenings tide the little boy
on Grandma's rocker climbs
He'd beg for that old story
He'd heard so many times

He'd always long to hear it
just before he went to bed
the story that his grandma tells
of Bobby and his sled

Now Bobby was a little boy
who lived long years ago
he always road his sled to school
whenever there was snow

One day Bobby came to school
an apple in his hand
he told the girls to form a line
for they were his command

He threw the apple far away
and turning round he said
"Whoever brings the apple back
shall always ride my sled"

Helter skelter everywhere
the girls ran pelmel for the prize
when suddenly a little girl
with cheeks of roses red
demurely brought the apple back
and blushing hung her head

She rode that day on Bobby's sled
and everyday of course
twas hard to tell who liked it best
the rider or the horse

Your Grandpa there was Bobby
Grandma said with a sigh
Your Grandpa there was Bobby
and the little girl was I
Your Grandpa there was Bobby,
the children laughed with glee
Your Grandpa there was Bobby
and the little girl was me

Now off to dreamland go, each bright curly head
to dream of little boys and girls like Bobby and his sled