I don't know if Vixen is still around, but she was looking for 'English Puddings' by Mike Sparks I think

Where are the puddings we used to enjoy
The ones I had when once a boy
With custard rich and custard thick
On baked jam roll and spotted dick
With custard rich and custard thick
On baked jam roll and spotted dick

Where are the pies we used to see
With fruit from every bush and tree
With crusts that melted in your mouth
Food that united north and south (rpt last 2 lines)

And rich rice puddings, treacle tart
Enough to gladden any heart
And apple dumplings big and round
The ones which weighed nigh half a pound (rpt last 2 lines)

And lardy cake the country's wealth
We're told is dangerous to our health
And how often does a menu say
There's bread pudding for you today (rpt last 2 lines)

Our bakewell puddings take their part
Or try perhaps some rhubarb tart
Or maybe bread and butter pud
To perk you up and do you good (rpt last 2 lines)

So shun French trifles and sorbet
Tell them to stuff their creme brulee
Stand on your dignity and say
An English pudding for me today (rpt last 2 lines)