I’ve always liked this skipping rhyme:
Salt, mustard, vinegar, pepper
French almond rock
Bread and butter for our supper
That’s all mother’s got
Eggs and bacon, salted heron
Pease pudding in a pot
Pickled onions, apple pudding
We will eat the lot
Mabel, Mabel, lay the table
Don’t forget the
Salt, mustard, vinegar, pepper…
