Oh, Calcutta Joe was a modern rhino
Who spun sweet and low on his mellow oboe
While Flo the Hippo stood up on her big toe
And swung her yoyo way up high and down low
A crow and her beau
Flew in from Ohio
And danced the fandango in the meadow below
The crows, the hippo and Calcutta Joe
All stood in a row and sang Bo-de-oh-doe
Together they sang, Bo-de-oh-doe
