Tin, was that in the US or the UK? I grew up on that rhyme, but my British half had never heard it. It surprised me, because I had assumed it was British.
My grandmother went with that ugly disease. When she was at the point that she was more or less in an unresponsive semi-coma, my aunt whispered in her ear, "will you ever forgive So-and-so?" (her very wicked stepmother of eighty years before) and my grandmother's eyes snapped open and she said "never!" It's always wise to assume there's a spark still in there somewhere.
Eh. Sorry for threadjack. I was eating white meat of chicken with my fingers last night, but I couldn't help it...my biscuit fell apart. I roasted a lovely plump chicken yesterday, cut into it -- and there was no meat on it at all! I hit bone straightaway. Eventually, it dawned on me I'd cooked the poor thing upside down and I was trying to cut meat off its back. Duh.
Um. I'm babbling, aren't I? I'll just go away now...