It sounds like the stuffed dog that played "How much is that doggie in the Window?" when you pinched its ear, not even the whole verse, just the first two lines over and over again.
It spent the next couple of years at the back of the wardrobe, then went to a charity shop to plague some other poor family.
Then there was the mug that played a tune when you lifted it and light reached the its base. Eventually the base parted company with the rest, and was stored at very the back of a drawer. Then some bright spark discovered that he could hide it in a cupboard where it would burst into song as the door was opened, or in a pile of teatowels to start up when the one above it was lifted. You never knew where it would strike next.