Dan Dan the dustbin man,
Washed his face in the frying pan.
Combed his hair with a donkey's tail,
Scratched his belly with his big toenail.

We used to sing this when we wwere kids, I think it's a skipping rhyme.

I like you Dan, but I'm not sure I feel as strongly about you, as you do about me. Let's just agree to be friends, OK?