When I was small, on long car journeys we use to sing the very simplest version of 'One man went to mow ...' (the first version given in the second post).
No Spot, or pop, or sausages rolls or frying pan, etc. And it was before the arrival of plastic bags. Only paper bags in those days.
It brings back memories of being in the back seat of the car, driving in pouring rain with the noise of windscreen wipers, and as the car windows steamed up and I was small anyway, I could hardly see out and therefore I was always feeling (and being) sick.
Even having the tune in my head still makes me feel queasy.