..And then there's this:

Verse 1
There were rats, rats, big as blooming cats,
In the stores, in the stores.
There were rats, rats, big as blooming cats,
In the quartermaster's stores.
My eyes are dim, I cannot see,
I have not got my specs with me,
I have not got my specs with me.

This is one of those songs with an infinite number of verses. Take your pick from the list below, or make up your own!

Mice . . . running through the rice.
Snakes . . . as big as garden rakes.
Beans . . . as big as submarines.
Gravy . . . enough to float the navy.
Cakes . . . that give us tummy aches.
Eggs . . . with scaly chicken legs.
Butter . . . running in the gutter.
Lard . . . they sell it by the yard.
Bread . . . with great big lumps like lead.
Cheese . . . that makes you want to sneeze.
Soot . . . they grow it by the foot.
Goats . . . eating all the oats
Bees . . . with little knobby knees.
Owls . . . shredding paper towels.
Apes . . . eating all the grapes.
Turtles . . . wearing rubber girdles.
Bear . . . with curlers in its hair.
Buffalos . . . with hair between their toes.
Foxes . . . stuffed in little boxes.
Coke . . . enough to make you choke.
Pepsi . . . that gives you apoplexy.
Flies . . . swarming ‘round the pies.
Fishes . . . sitting in the dishes.
Moths . . . eating through the cloths
Scouts . . . eating brussel sprouts.