I just found this thread my grandmother used to always say this rhyme my mom said she believes it was a jump rope song from when she was a kid... My grandmothers mom was from England, but my grandmother was from here (New Jersey, USA).. anyway the version I know and love is: Not last night but the night before a pickle and a lemon came knockin on my door I ran down stairs to let them in they hit me over the head with a rolling pin I ran upstairs to get my gun you oughta see the pickle and the lemon run
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