In Mother Goose, there is a poem you're supposed to recite while touching your baby's forehead, eyes, cheeks, mouth and chin (which, appropriately, is the title of the poem):
Forehead, Eyes, Cheeks, Nose, Mouth, And Chin
Here sits the Lord Mayor,
Here sit his two men,
Here sits the cock,
Here sits the hen,
Here sit the little chickens,
Here they run in.
Chin-chopper, chin-chopper, chin chopper, chin!
Very cute. I've been trying to come up with my own version, which finally came to me in a flash, and which I have just posted.
Gentlemen (and ladies), feel free to use it on your wives and girfriends.