I recall, from school in Pocklington, we sang these words:

The postman, the paper boy and young Miss Claw
All stood ringing at the great front door.
But cook's friend, Emily, who's 'fraid of growing f...a...t...
Pops in the back way and has a little chat.

I may be wrong but the words are stuck in my mind with the accompanying tune for those lines only!