Hey Joe, I bet Hazel and Alice are the little "bleeps" in the Rolf Harris Dirty song book (expurgated version) as sung on ISIRTA.

Two little boys had two little bleeps.
Each had a wooden bleep.
Gaily they played each summer's day,
bleep both of course.
One little chap then had a mishap,
Broke off his bleep's head.
Wept for his bleep, then cried with joy
As his young playmate said:

"Did you think I would leave you crying
When there's room on my bleep for two?
Climb up here, Jack, and don't be crying.
I can go just as fast with two.
When we grow up, we'll both be bleepers,
And our bleeps will not be toys.
And I wonder if we'll remember
When we were two little bleeps?"

Long years had passed, bleep came so fast.
Bravely they bleeped away.
Bleeps bleeped loud, and in the mad crowd,
Bleeps and bleep lay.
Up goes a shout, a bleep dashes out,
Out from the bleeps so blue.
Bleep's away to where Joe lay.
Then came a voice he knew:

"Did you think I would leave you bleeping
When there's room on my bleep for two?
Climb up here, Joe. We'll soon be bleep'ing.
I can go just as fast with two.
Did you say, Joe, I'm all a-tremble?
Perhaps it's the bleep bleep bleep.
But I think it's that I remember
When we were two little bleep's.

"Do you think I would leave you bleeping?
There's room on my bleep for two.
Climb up here, Joe. We'll soon be bleeping.
Back to the bleeps so bleep.
Can you feel, Joe, I'm all a-tremble?
Perhaps it's the bleep bleep bleep.
But I think it's that I remember
When we were two little Bleeeeeeppps.

Not quite sure where the rounders fits in, perhaps they were doing something unmentionable with the bat!

Pete M