In Brooklyn in the 50’s we sang while bouncing a ball:
Oh, I won’t go to Macy’s any more, more, more
There’s a big fat policeman at the door, door, door
He’ll grab you by the collar
And make you pay a dollar
So I won’t go to Macy’s
Anymore, more, more

We sang this while bouncing a ball and crossed our leg over the rhyming words..more, door, collar, etc.