Driving along today and a little voice pipes up from the back seat:
Oranges and Lemons, say the farts of St Clemens
You owe me five farthings, say the farts of St Martins
When will you pay me, say the farts of Old Bailey
When I grow rich, say the farts of Shoreditch
When will that be, say the farts of Stepney
I do not know say the great farts of Bow.
Almost crashed the car I was laughing so hard. DD is 2.7, not sure what made her think to substitute farts for bells but oh my it is funny.