My wife sings a slight variant on "granny's in the cellar"

Granny's in the cellar. Gee, can't you smell 'er?
She’s cookin' flapjacks on a dirty stove.
In her eye, there's a matter that keeps drippin' in the batter
And the "snnff" keeps runnin' down her nose.

Down her nose, down her nose,
The "snnff" keeps runnin' down her nose.
In her eye, there's a matter that keeps drippin' in the batter
And the "snnff" keeps runnin' down her nose.

(At each "snnff”, wipe nose with back of hand)