Many of the above, plus The Ogo Pogo song.
One fine day in Hindustan, I met a funny little man. With googly eyes and lantern jaws, (alternative: His coat was short and his tail was long), a new silk hat and some old plus-fours (alt: a hairy paw)
When I said to that quaint old chap "Why do you carry that big steel trap, that butterfly net and that rusty gun?" He replied "Listen here my son:
I'm looking for the ogo-pogo
that funny little ogopogo.
His mother was an earwig, his father was a whale, and I want to put a little salt on his tail.
I want to find the ogopogo while he's playing on his old banjo.
For the Lord Mayor of London, the Lord Mayor of London, wants to put him in the Lord Mayor's show.
(Up)On his banjo night and day, the ogopogo likes to play.
He charms the snakes and chimpanzees, the big baboons and the bumblebees. Lions and tigers begin to roar "Play that melody just once more.
Do (alt: did) I hear the sound of an old banjo?
Pardon me I shall have to go, (for)
I'm looking for the ogo pogo, that funny little ogo-pogo. His mother was an earwig his father was a whale,
and I want to put a little salt on his tail,
for the Lord Mayor of London wants to put him in the Lord Mayor's show.
My grandmother was a huge fan of music hall shows, and so my mother was brought up knowing all the songs and words, much to my father's disgust. So when she heard him coming home, she would swiftly change from a rentition of The raggle-taggle gypsies' or whatever to 'Golden Slumbers kiss your eyes'.
I sang them all to my own children, I made my mother write down the words, and now my daughter sings them to hers. My grandmother's favourite was 'Up the airy mountain, down the rushy glen' but we all prefer the Ogopogo song.