The corporation dustcart was full up to the brim
The corporation driver fell in and couldn't swim
He sank to the bottom just like a little stone
And heard the fishes singing, "There's no place like home".

They took him home in a wheelbarrow and laid him on a bed
They rubbed his belly with a lump of jelly
And this is what he said;

"Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves
Britons never, never, never shall be slaves".

Bit of a nonsense song my father used to sing to me. I'm led to believe there's more to it, but if there is I've never found it.