paw paws and purple cows

In Mrs. MacKeiver's Episcopal nursery school, my class sang:

"The Paw Paw Patch"
(I didn't know what a paw paw was until adulthood...and I still can't manage to remember what it is.)

Where, oh where is dear little Danny?
Where, oh where is dear little Danny?
Where, oh where is dear little Danny?
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.

Come on girls, let's go find him
Come on girls, let's go find him,
Come on girls, let's go find him
Way down yonder in the paw-paw patch.

Pickin' up paw-paws, put 'em in your pocket
Pickin' up paw-paws, put 'em in your pockets,
Pickin' up paw-paws, put 'em in your pockets,
Way down yonder in the paw-patch.

(and on and on with others' names in place of "Danny")

I recited this in Mrs. Cheek's Westminster Presbyterian kindergarten (I think my brother Jamie had to sing about vegetables...poor boy. His rendition probably put me off of vegetables forever):

Galloping, galloping, off we go,
my little black pony and I.
Galloping, galloping, off we go.
Yippity, yippity, yie.

And from Baker Elementary School chorus (I also had to draw a purple cow, and I think I remember white cotton fitting in somewhere!):

"Purple Cow"

I never saw a Purple Cow.
I never hope to see one.
But I can tell you, anyhow,
I'd rather see than be one.

• Gelett Burgess