When I was in the scouts we used to sing (To the tune of Frere Jacques)

Life is butter,
Life is butter,
Melon cauliflower,
Melon cauliflower
Life is butter melon,
Life is butter melon,
Cauliflower,
Cauliflower.

And a personal one

"Fiddler's green is a place I've heard tell
Where fishermen go if they don't go to Hull."

Geoff