Frank Crumit made two versions of "The Song of the Prune", written by Crumit/daCosta 4/5/28: The first one in 1928 and the second one in 1934 with a couple of different verses. This is the 1934 version's different words:

No matter how young a prune may be, he's always full of wrinkles,
Now we may get 'em here and there, but prunies get 'em everywhere,
Babies fret until they hear a mother's lullaby,
But no matter how young a prune may be, you'll never hear it cry.

No matter how young a prune may be, he's always full of wrinkles,
Old maids get 'em on their face; prunes get 'em everyplace,
Peaches and bananas have that skin you love to touch.
But no matter how young a prune may be, it don't amount to much.