I learned the song from my mother (who was also from Brooklyn, where she grew up in the 40s), in another slightly different variation:


I fell from a window, a thirteenth story window
And caught my fourteenth eyelash on the sill, the sill
Quick! Get a doctor, there's a fly on a baby's mustache
A man's best friend is his mother
You're another
Presence makes the heart grow fonder
Absence makes it last much longer
Carrots cost a bushel a dollar
My mother shot a horse - BANG!