Mr Blake's Nursery Rhyme

The sow came in with the saddle,
The little pig rocked the cradle,
The dish jumped o' top of the table
To see the brass pot swallow the ladle.
The old pot behind the door
Called the kettle a blackamoor.
'Odd bobbs' said the gridiron, 'can't you agree?
I'm the head constable, bring them to me.'

poem by William Blake from Songs and Ballads (1794)
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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