Or, at IAAL's "ADVANCED" age, the following:
When I was a little bitty boy
My grandmother bought me a cute little toy.
Silver bells hanging on a string,
She told me it was my ding a ling a ling.
Oh, my ding a ling,
my ding a ling,
I want you to play with
my ding a ling.
My ding a ling,
my ding a ling,
I want you to play with
my ding a ling.
And then mama took me
took me to grammar school,
But I stopped off in the vestibue.
Every time
that bell would ring,
Catch me playing with
my ding a ling a ling.
Oh, my ding a ling,
my ding a ling,
I want you to play with my ding a ling.
My ding a ling,
my ding a ling,
I want you to play with
my ding a ling.
Once I was climbing the garden wall.
I slipped and had a terrible fall.
I fell so hard I heard bells ring,
But held on to my ding a ling.
Oh, my ding a ling,
my ding a ling,
I want you to play with
my ding a ling.
My ding a ling,
my ding a ling,
I want you to play with
my ding a ling.
Once I was swimming across turtle creek,
Man, them snappers all around my feet.
Sure was hard swimming across that thing
With both hands holding my ding a ling.
Oh, my ding a ling,
my ding a ling,
I want you to play with
my ding a ling.
My ding a ling,
my ding a ling,
I want you to play with
my ding a ling.
This here so song, it ain't so sad.
The cutest little song you ever had.
Those of you who will not sing,
You must be playing with your own ding a ling.
Oh, my ding a ling,
my ding a ling,
I want you to play with
my ding a ling.
My ding a ling,
my ding a ling,
I want you to play with
my ding a ling.
Your ding a ling,
your ding a ling,
We saw you playing with
your ding a ling.
My ding a ling,
everybody sing,
I want to play with
my ding,
Everybody,
my ding a ling,
Oh my ding a ling,
I want to play with
my ding a ling.