There's a parody of "King of the Cannibal Island" called "Queen of the Wriggle-well Island". Persons of a delicate or nervous disposition should skip the next bit. The chorus goes

Hokey pokey wankey fum,
Clap your hands beneath my bum,
That's the way to make me come!
Cries the Queen of the Wriggle-well Islands,

See how it's made me blush! Fortunately, I don't know the verses. Still, I know what I've been doing wrong now!

That's not one I learned at schhol, by the way. In my primary school years, 1956-61 or thereabouts, we sang mainly from a book of songs collected by Cecil Sharp (both British and Appalachian). However, that didn't put me off, and I was pleasantly surprised in later years to find that many of the songs had a pre-cleaned-up version. The folk revival was going in in the outside world at the same time, which was more of an influence one me, I think

Steve