I know this is an old thread, but I’d like to post the version my dad sang to me as a child. He would be 100 years old this year.

My little girl, she weighs 300 and she gains a pound each day.
My little girl, if you don’t stop gaining, you’ll soon be a mile each way.
My little girl, there’s a gate in the backyard that you can’t waddle through.
My little girl, you know I love you, but there’s oh so much of you.

My little girl, she soon gets sleepy, and she goes upstairs to bed.
She puts her false teeth on the mantle, and her wooden leg under the bed.
She puts her glass eye under the pillow, hangs her wig upon a chair.
My little girl, you know I love you, but you’re scattered everywhere.