Blah blah black sheep, any any more?
Yes sir, yes sir, three black holes.
One for my master, one for Elaine, one for the little boy who lives in the lane.
Blah blah black sheep, any any more?
Yes sir, yes sir, three black holes.

The story:

The credit goes to a munchkin we watch sometimes. She frequently minces nursurey rhymes. Our favourite line is "yes sir, yes sir, three black holes." Don't know where she got that one. Blurted it out in traffic on the way to the store when she was about 6.