Probably not Ovid
but the style "rhymes":
You're selling roses here, Oh girl, and you look like a rose.
Are you selling roses here, or are you selling yourself?
Welcome.
--
It made Ketchup!
Sweet Ketchup!
Put it on a hot dog, put it on a burger,
Put it on your sister and she'll holler blody murder!
Sweet Ketchup.
--Tom Paxton.