I remember this one this way:

I was stirrin' up a stirrup cup in a stolen stirling stein
When I chanced upon a ladle who was once my Valentine.
(Natural, this was a ladle that I used to spoon with.)
"Oh, whence that wince, oh wench?" quoth I.
She blushed and said, "Oh sir!
My mama isn't stirring since my daddy's been in stir."