I once had a horse and his name was Napoleon.
All because of his boney parts.
Was so thin you could see right through him, drove him around on an old mill cart.

One day while I was out a-driving along came a fella in a rig so neat.
Said " Come on, you gosh danged Reuben, let's run a race right down the street"

Off they started helter-skelter, the old man kicking up dirt in my face. Sure as I'm a sinner I was coming out a winner, when a man yelled "MILK!. And I lost the race.

I sing this to my grands. All 6 of them.