Jackie – I remember a rhyme that sounded like your spades one:

We did this one as a clapping game.

Our hearts go two lumps together
I like the weather
bring back my love to me.

What is the meaning, meaning, meaning
That tells the story, story story
The story of L-O-V-E, L-O-V-E, L-O-V-E, love?

My heart goes criss, cross, applesauce.
Bump-bump the apple
Bump-bump the apple
Bump-bump the apple – freeze.

Of course then you had to freeze until one of the two kids lost it.