Glad I didn't bake this one!

The others were fine, and this one looked fine, too, until I cut it up. Ugh! And now I need to vacuum up the butcher, the baker and the candlestick maker off the kitchen floor!

Rub-a-dub-dub,
three men in a tub:
the butcher, the baker,
the candlestick-maker;
they all fell out of
a rotten potato.

That was the version of the nursery rhyme that I learned as a child, but - looking online - I see there are many variations of the verse.

Now back to preparing the lunch, which will be light on roast spuds!