I think it's regional differences...

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

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

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.

That sounds like a Spike Milligan poem.

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.

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!

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

Eggs and bacon here.

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

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

We always said; "Beg your pardon Mrs Arden, there's a chicken in your garden". I am from the County Durham originally.

Mares eat oats
And does eat oats
And little lambs eat ivy.

Funny how we working classes picked up no-no words.
Sofa - not settee or couch.
What? Not pardon.
Sitting room - not lounge (they are only in hotels).

Chips & eggs for me (NW you see!).

lizzypopbottle

MissAdventure Remember the Woodentops? (We had a video tape a very long time ago!)
What shall we have for dinner today?
Sawdust and hay, sawdust and hay
Sawdust and hay for dinner today.

I remember it now that you have reminded me.
I can remember saying that poem too.

Beg you pardon Mrs Harden, my cat's ran up your garden. Cobs. Egg 'n Chips. Midlands. (Leicestershire)

Pardon Mrs Arden for farting in your garden!
Definitely Egg and Chips, Shirley Valentine got it SO wrong saying Chips and Egg! Infuriates me!

Egg and chips. Never heard of the pardon thing. I am from the South East (home counties).