This is how my daddy taught it to me in the 60s:
I fell out of a window,
a second story window,
and caught my eyelash on the sill,
on the sill
go get an axe,
there's a fly on baby's moustache,
a man's best friend is his mother.
You're a bore and I'm another,
absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Christmas comes but once a year.
My father shot a horse.
Bang! Bang! You're dead!
Brush your teeth and go to bed!
Da da da da dump, bump bump!