As an addage to the song I often include a nursery ryme.
In good King Arthers time he was a noble King,
He stole three pecks of barley meal to make a bag pudding
A bag pudding the King did make, he stuffed it well with plums
and in it put two lumps of fat as big as my two thumbs.
Well the King and Queen did eat thereof and noble men beside
and what they did not eat that night
the Queen next morning Fried.
I am told that that ratio fat to barley meal is about right.