Here are a few. Most from Rhodesia in the sixties.

I took my girl to the station
to see the white train shunt.
A piece of steel
flew off the wheel
and hit her in...
The country boy from Germany
was sitting on a rock.
A bumblebee
Flew off the trees
and stung him on the...
Coctails and ginger ale
are hapenny a glass.
If you do not like them,
you can stick them up your...
Ask your mother for sixpence
to sing this song by heart.

Jack is nimble.
Jack is quick.
But Jill prefers
the candlestick.

The last one is an Irish protestant hate speech playground song.

My old man's an orangeman, no Fenian can deny.
He loves to fly the orange flag the first day of July.
He looks a lovely picture,
Marching with the rope.
He'd like to march right on to Rome and hang the fucking pope.

I do not in any way endorse the above, but found it pertinent to your thread.