Dredged from my memory of at least 60 years ago:

'Twas midnight on the ocean,
not a streetcar was in sight
and the sun was shining brightly
for it rained all day that night.

'Twas a summer's day in winter
and the snow was raining fast
as a barefoot boy with shoes on
stood sitting on the grass.

That's all I remember of that one but that in turn, turned up another one. I've lost the beginning and all I remember right now is:

. . . . .
As the sexton rang the church bell, lard was rendered by the choir.
While the ______________, someone set the church on fire.
"Holy Smoke!" the preacher shouted, as he madly tore his hair.
Now his head resembles heaven, for there is no parting there!