“The Sow With The Saddle.”
The sow came in with the saddle,
The little pig rock’d the cradle,
The dish jump’d 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 constable,
Bring them to me.
Mother Goose’s Nursery Rhymes.
McLoughlin Brothers: New York. Ca 1900.