ooooo! interesting, my father in law says something similiar
Ay tiddly ay tie…brown bread
I saw a sausage…fall dead
Up comes a butcher with a very sharp knife
Up jumps the sausage and runs for his life.
Never heard it from anyone else, whereabouts does you maternal grandmother hark from?
I just spent five minutes trying to make the words fit to the Star Spangled Banner.
My mother was fond of this one:
Poor little birdy
Poor little thing
No feather on its head
No feather on its wing
Canna fly, canna sing
Chop its bloody head off
Silly Sally went to skate
Upon the ice too frisk
What a silly, silly girl
For her *
This land is my land
It isn’t your land
I got a shotgun
And you don’t got one
If you don’t get off
I’ll blow your head off
This land was made for only me
And from my grandmother whenever she saw me chewing gum:
The gum chewing girl and the cud chewing cow
Are alike and yet different somehow
Ah yes, I have it now
It’s the intelligent look on the face of the cow
Madame Pepperwinkle grew up with:
What a queer little bird the frog are.
When he sit he stand (almost)
When he walk he fly (almost)
When he talk he cry (almost)
He ain’t got no sense, hardly
He ain’t got no tail, neither, hardly
He sit on what he ain’t got hardly.
Our silly, we’rereallyhungryanddon’twanttoprayalongtime Grace at Boy Scout summer camp was:
“Rub-a-dub-dub, thanks for the grub, yay God!”
My family still uses it now and then.
Probably from the Harold Angel. 
Is he a friend of Olive the Other Reindeer?
I admit I don’t know.
I’d sure like to see a sausage jump up and run. 
One thing I kept forgetting to add here was a verse my Dad recited, about “Tony Baroni, the Son of the Beach.”
I-a sell-a the fish and I-a sell-a the crab.
“Tony Baroni, you should-a sell-a the beer.”
That’s all I rermember from what he recited more than 50 years ago. I don’t know where he found it.
I have literally no idea what that means.
You know: “Hark, the Harold Angel sings.”
Herald Angels surely?
No,no, Harold Angel is a friend of Olive, the Other Reindeer. Welcome to Christmas Puns.
Radie was a circus lion
Radie was a woman hater
Radie had a female trainer
Radie ate her
The thunder god went for a ride
Upon his favourite filly
I’m Thor, he cried
The horse replied
You thould have used a thaddle, thilly.
Whoosh!
In an old B. C. Sunday comic, Thor came on the scene in melodramatic style, like Tarzan, and announced to the young woman, “I am Thor!”
She said, “I thought tho, the way you were thcreaming!”
In one of his routines, Victor Borge explained how he as a Dane had trouble with the English sound “th” as in “with,” and someone told him “thpeak like thith for two month and get uthed to it one’th and for all!”
“Radie ate her”…hyuk hyuk!!
.44 slug.
Two goodies not from my childhood and not strictly rhymes:
Now kids, make sure to eat every bean and pea on your plate.
I see, said the blind man as he picked up his hammer and saw.
I think the problem may be that “Harold” sounds nothing like “Herald” to me so the whole thing was a non-sequitur.
My bounce the kids on the knee song was:
*
The mighty Duke of York
He had ten thousand men
He marched them up to the top of the hill
Then he marched them down again
And when you’re up, you’re up
And when you’re down, you’re down
And when you’re only halfway up
You’re neither up nor down
He marched them to the left
He marched them to the right
He marched them up and over the hill
Oh, what a funny sight!
*
…with ups and downs and lefts and rights at the appropriate times, and then up and over my head to be dumped on the bed or couch or whatever I was leaning my back against as I sat on the floor. They would always come running back for a repeat performance… 
Ah, this thread is the perfect place to have a question answered that’s been bugging me for 30 years.
My Dad used to say:
A funny creature is the flea;
You cannot tell the he from she,
But he can tell, and so can she.
It’s a direct response to the old, hippie-era trope of not being able to tell a long-haired boy (of which my father was one, at least at the time that such things were common) from a girl. In any event, he fancied himself a poet, so it was never clear to me whether this was original or merely cribbed.
The other (apparently ancient) tune that I know, is from my wife’s grandmother:
*Come-a-hoop, come-a-heep, come a hi-ho
Round the merry way.
Come, round-round-round,
Rip-tip-tam hoorah, boys!
Rah-rah-rah and a doodle-doodle-doo
And a fee-fi-fiddle and a banjo.
Through the woods we run away, boys!
Through the woods we run!
First we met was a boatsman,
Building up his boat.
Said he saw Bo-Remus
Down by the water float.
(repeat chorus)*
This has been passed down orally for generations from grandmothers to grandchildren, so it’s been pretty bastardized, but from what I can tell it’s an English fox hunting song (originally Bow Reynard) from at least the mid-19th centnury. Anybody know anything similar to this?