John was lost and never was found;
And there was an end of the three sons,
Jerry, and James, and John.
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.
Oh! said the gridiron, can’t you agree?