My mom sang this song as a child:

Standin' on the corner, not doing any harm
Along came a policeman and took me by the arm
He took me 'round the corner and pressed a little bell
Along came the police patrol and took me to my cell.

Six o'clock in the morning, I looked up on the wall
The roaches and the bedbugs were havin' a game of ball.
The score was six to nothing, the roaches were ahead.
The bedbugs hit a homerun that knocked me out of bed!