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My Mama was making pancakes, fat and brown and round

She went to take them off the stove, but one could not be found

Rolling down the hill, we heard a voice loud and shrill singing

Run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me I am a johnnycake man



Stop, stop said the cow, stop. stop, said the horse

Stop, stop said the goose, but he didn't stop, of course

And as they chased him down the hill, we heard his voice gay and shrill singing, run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me I am a johnnycake man.



The alligator said, I will help you cross the drink, jump upon my nose because my back is sure to sink. He swallowed johnny down, but still we heard a voice, faint and shrill. singing, run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me I am a johnnycake man.



My friends all tell me johnnycake men do not exist, they may be right, I may be wrong, but this I do insist, when the wind comes over the hill, I hear his voice, clear and shrill, singing, run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me I am a johnnycake man.