The Sow and the Pig

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.

"Odsplut!" said the gridiron.

"Can't you agree?

I'm the head constable.

Bring them to me."