I love Old King Cole because that is one rhyme which can be re-written in so many different ways, such as the one below:
Old King Cole
Old King Cole was a bawdy old soul
And a bawdy old soul was he;
He called for his wife and she socked him on the jowl
So he called for his mistresses three.
Every mistress had a fine anvil
And a fine anvil had she;
Cling Clang Cling,Cling Clang Cling
Cling Clang Cling, Cling Clang Cling,
Cling Clang Cling, Cling Clang Cling
Went the mistresses three;
Oh, there’s no sight so rare
As can compare
When King Cole was flattened by his mistresses three.