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