Well, "from childhood" means "nursery rhymes" to me. But when I got older, I learned something derived from those nursery rhymes. We called it "She threw it out the window," but Nigel's British version calls it Thrown Through the Window.

And when I was singing Fourth of July Carols at nursing homes last week, I got off on a tangent about the parodies I knew of "Battle Hymn of the Republic":
John Brown's Ford had a puncture in its tire (3x)
And he patched it up with chewing gum

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One flea fly flew up the flue and
The other flea fly flew down (4x)

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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured all the teachers - we have broken all the rules
not sure, not sure
And we ain't got no school no more!

Glory, glory, hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I hit her on the beanie with a rotten tan-ger-ee-nee
And we ain't got no school no more!