Two snatches of old street rhymes keep running through my head.  I wonder if someone could put me out of my misery by completing them both.

‘Skinny melink,
Melojin legs,
Two banana feet…

And

‘.. he drank all the water
He ate all the soap
Last night he died
With a bubble in his throat.’

And the riposte when someone speculated on what might have been,

'If 'ifs and ands'

Were pots and pans

There'd be no call left for tinkers!'

I’d be grateful for any more you might remember too!

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