Just came across this by browsing the lyrics of a verse as I remember it from my childhood in Lancashire 50 years ago.
It was sung by the entertainer Mike Harding, who's still alive and kicking and on Twitter as @HardingMike

You know the night, you know the night before,
Three little tom cats came knocking at the door.
One had a fiddle, the other had a drum,
And the third had a pancake stuck to his bum.

Of course with a broad Lancashire accent!