I recall an old parody from "Song Fest" based on "Silver Threads Among The Gold:"

"At the boarding house where we live,
Everything is growing old.
Silver threads are in the butter,
All the bread has turned to mold.
When the dog died, we had hot dogs;
When the cat died, catnip tea.
When the landlord died, I left there;
Spareribs were too much for me..."