I think it's regional differences...

Poor old Mrs. Arden.
Her garden must be a real mess, with crowds of animals getting up to all sorts out there.

Yorkshire born here and I say;
egg and chips,
sausage and mash,
bacon and eggs,
bread and jam

Eggs and bacon here.

N.W. person here..

Bread and cheese,
- but Cheese and biscuits
Bacon and eggs,
Hum and hah,
Egg and Chips
Sausage and mash

Can't remember what else we were discussing

We up in the North say “ Begging your pardon Mrs Arden ,look what your dog’s done in our back garden”

Did people have differing versions of "fatty and skinny"?

Fatty and skinny were in the bath, fatty blew off and made skinny laugh.

Never heard of Mrs Arden - she obviously is not from the Glasgow area.

I'd not heard of Mrs Arden until this thread.
We learned many rude rhymes as children but one, not rude, my boys liked was:

One fine day in the middle of the night
Two dead men got up to fight.
Back to back they faced eachother
Drew their swords and shot one another.

I learned Does eat oats dozydotesand marezydotes from a Lancashire neighbour in Scotland.

Egg and chips.

We were not to say pardon. I beg your pardon or what? was allowed.
Rude was ok. Vulgar was not.

Just hope Mrs. Arden doesn't move in next door!

Mine growing up was there’s an elephant in your garden and um and ar I’m from south east.

Never heard of pardon in the garden.
Always chips and egg.
Jam butty.

Think we can safely Mrs Arden was not known in Scotland. Remember my Mum saying "red and green should never be seen except upon an Irish Queen.

Pardon,.Mrs Farthing, there's a pussy in your garden.

Bread cakes
Scones not scons (though I have always said scons)
Egg and chips
Fish and chips
Pardon me for being rude…….etc
Jury’s out on buns!
“One two three, mother caught a flea” was one of the rhymes we used to skip to in the fifties; usually with a long rope stretched across the road that we children would jump into, skip a few steps, jump out and wait our turn to do it again. Timing was all! If you mistimed it and collapsed the rope, you weren’t allowed back in until everyone else had been round three times!

Grammaretto
I remember the One fine day . . .
We also used to say,
The elephant is a bonny bird.
It flits from bough to bough.
It builds its nest in the rhubarb tree
And whistles like a cow.

That sounds like a Spike Milligan poem.

North East England. My Grandad taught me, "Pardon Mrs Hardin there's a piggy in your garden! You'd better get it out, or it'll eat up all your sprouts.
Egg and chips.
Roll, bap, or bun.
I was taught to say pardon me after I belch, and excuse me after breaking wind.
I stutter to gain some thinking time.

Jam / chips anything between two slices of bread is butties or sarnies in Liverpool. If you put the posh act on its sandwiches.

I beg your pardon, Mrs Arden, your cat's had kittens in our back garden.

‘Up the Apple and pears’, is what my London born and bred Dad used to say when they were going to bed up the stairs. Haven’t heard of Mrs. Arden. I like the one here - if he/ she had another brain it’d be lonely.

How did this thread pop up from 2 years ago?
Greyduster the skipping rope across the road or playground was my very favourite thing. No wonder we were all skinny kids. Half an hour of skipping or turning the rope must have burnt off the school dinner.
Perhaps I should do that again now!
Egg and chips
Sausage and mash
Cheese and biscuits
Hum and hah.
South London and then SE Kent.

This is so spooky! This little rhyme came to my mind just yesterday while I was working in my garden!

My Mum was Irish and always said “beg your pardon Mrs Arden, there’s a kitten in your garden.”

Labradora my mum used to sing chick chick chick chick chicken to me. It's a Nursery Rhyme from 1925.

Chick chick chick chick chicken
Lay a little egg for me
Chick chick chick chick chicken
I want one for my tea.

I haven't had an egg since Easter
And now it's half past three
Chick chick chick chick chicken
Lay a little egg for me.

Thank you for the memory.

We said
I havent had an egg since breakfast

GrannyGravy13

I am in the S E, one of my Granny’s always said pardon Mrs Arden, there’s a pussy cat in your garden

This has been passed down the generations and our young GC find it hilarious.

My gran, originally from South London, was definitely a pussy cat in tge garden