When my brother's kids were small, whenever I'd show up that's insist that I get my banjo out, and I'd sing to them for a couple hours, quitting only when _I_ was worn out; _they_ never had enough.

The two favorites, as I remember, which called for so many repetitions that I got heartily sick of them, were Froggie Went A-Courting and Rye Whiskey.

"Rye Whiskey"? you say? Yeah. My version has some drunken whoops and hollers in it, and they could never get enough of it. Played hell with my voice, so I had to ration the Rye Whiskey.

Dave Oesterreich