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Thanks Josie,
Although your words are slighly different from the ones I know, it is obviously the same poem. I did wonder if my father had made it up, but now I know he didn't.
another bit is
"The chairs began to walk
And the Table did the same
And the beautful picture of Grandpa
Fell out of its golden frame.
Grandad's whiskers on the bread
And the butter was hard as lead
If you whistle to the sausage it will roll
.........made the parson sneeze
And the flavour of the cheese stopped the clock
Tick Tock."
The last couple of lines are muddled I think but I think that is all of it, somewhere I have a written copy but it is a "safe place" - we all have one don't we!
Let's hope some else can assist.