The sow came in with the saddle,
The little pig rock'd the cradle
The dish jump'd over the table
To see the pot with the ladle.
The broom behind the butt
Call'd the dish-clout a nasty slut:
Oh! Oh! says the gridiron, can't you agree?
I'm the head constable, - come along with me.
Nursery Rhyme. DVI. Natural History.
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