I used to ride on my grandfather's shoulders singing a song, a penny apiece.
The song goes as follows: We went to the Dallas fair , the birds and the bees were there,a shiny raccoon by the side of the moon was a combing his orbant hair, the monkey he got drunk and fell over the elephants trunk, the elephant sneezed and fell on it's knees, and that's what became of the monk ,monk,monk.