I can still hear my bubby's eastern European accented voice as she sang her little sexist sing-song ditties to me:
My daddy is a butcher, my momma cuts the meat, I'm a little hot dog running down the street.
Oh it ain't gonna rain no more, no more it ain't gonna rain no more how in the heck can I wash my neck if it ain't gonna rain no more, no more?
Fishy, fishy in the brook Daddy catches on a hook Momma fries it in the pan And (enter child's name) eats it like a man!
Which goes to show one thing: You can make up a nonesense song, you can sing a really (seemingly) meaningless song, and XX years later it can still be endeared in that child's heart and ears!
Hooray for singing to babies!!