And talking about ditties.

My late husband was full of them.The first one he ever told me was:
There was a young man from Sydenham,
who lost his trousers with quid in 'em,
he found them again down  Petticoat lane,
not with a quid in'em
but with a yid in'em.

My husband was Jewish, very proud of his heritage, but of the opinion   religion had always been at the root   of all the world's problems and he had always been  able to laugh when jokes about the Jewish people were told rather than take offence.