Eye hav a higgoramous, shee tort me orl I knoe
Sheez a clevar Higgoramous az Higorrami goe
Shee tort me orl mi spelin and wen eye pik mi no’s
Ter wypit on der carpit knot rubbit on mi close

Sum peepul saye herz higgorrunt an saye dat shee iz fik
I ate dem orrid peepul dey reely mayk mee sik
I ope dat shee gitz pregerant an az a littel cubb
Eye’ll fead er lotz of kandie an uthar luvly grubb
Eye’ll elp er mummie baff er eye’ll chainge er durty nappie
Shee’ll bee soe qoot an cudelsum shee’l mayk mee viry appy
An wen der cubb gitz biggar shee’ll plae wiv mee an kis
An evariwun wil real eyes dat higgoramous’s iz bliss :-)

In the 70s it was a
metaphor with many
uses.

In Catholic Ireland, a
bun in the oven meant,
pregnant.

But across the Irish Sea,
a bun in the hair was not
an innuendo.

Bunny girls were banned
over here, but I never did
find out why.

There is a castle in County
Clare called Bunratty, near
Durty Nelle's.

Somebody told me that
Nelle ran off to London
with a baker.

When she came back she
she started a small shop
selling Hot + Buns.

Now, there was something
cynically symbolic about them,
supposedly, with aphrodisiacs.