The sow came in with the saddle,|
The little pig rocked the cradle,
The dish jumped up on the table,
To see the pot swallow the ladle.
The spit that stood behind the door
Threw the pudding-stick on the floor.
Odd's-bobs! says the gridiron,
Can't you agree?
I'm the head constable;
Bring them to me.
A nonsense tale originating in the recitations of the mummers.|
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