The set of verses I tend to sing at scout camp-fires:-

the SAS were jumping out at 40,000 feet
the packer tied a love-not in the sergeant's parachute;
the sergeant was the last to jump, the first to hit the ground;
they scraped him off the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam;
they wrapped him up in 4 by 2 and sent him home to mum;
she put him on the mantlepiece for everyone to see;
she put him on the table when the vicar came to tea;
he said he liked the flavour but he didn't like the pips.

As there are fewer camp fire leaders with service backgrounds (not that I am claiming one,) 'runway' seems more common these days instead of 'tarmac,' & 'a matchbox' instead of '4X2.' 'The packer' seems to be mostly absent as well.

commonest current refrain, round 'ere, seems to be "Glory, glory, what an 'ell of a way to die, suspended by your braces when you don't know how to fly, Glory, glory, what an 'ell of a way to die, an' 'e ain't gonna jump no more."