This is not a song, but my dad used to recite this - a parody of "The boy stood on the burning deck":

The boy stood in the banquet hall,
When all but he had fled.
He'd finished off the cakes and jam,
And nearly done the bread.

"This is my thirteenth cup of tea!"
He cried in accents wild,
"Just one more crust before I bust...."
(He was a vulgar child!)

There came a burst of thunder sound.
The boy - oh where was he?
Just ask the maids who swept him up,
All cakes, and jam, and tea.

Jenny