This is a little rhyme I grew up with. In a small Oregon town! My Grandpa used to say it, don't know where it came from. He was a Longshoreman. The version he sang/said is almost identical . . . I love to see other people with the same good memories as me.

The potatoes' eyes were full of tears,
The cabbages hung their heads.
There was tragedy in the cellar that night.
The vinegar's mother was dead.

He had a couple more, as well. Some not so nice, but they make me smile and miss him!