Same as above with variations:
They wrap you up in a lily-white sheet,
And tuck in the corners nice and neat.

Yo ho, yo ho, yo ho, yo ho,
Where will you be in a hundred years from now?

Sung to the tune of The Death March (Wagner?)

Why are kids such sadistic b*******?

Poor little sparra,
Poor little fing,
No Fevvers on its 'ead,
No fevvers on its wing,
Can't fly, can't sing,
Cut its bleedin' 'ed orf.
Jim Carroll