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That reminds me of a (very similar) rhyme we used to say as primary school kids, something like

something about farts...the fart when rolling down the street, knocked a copper off his feet, the copper blew his rusty whistle, and blew the fart from here to Bristol, Bristol Rovers were playing at home, and kicked the fart from there to Rome, where Julius Caesar was drinking some gin, he opened his mouth and the fart went in.