Here we go, hon. And I didn't even have to put down my beer
This Little Piggy.
Harlequin sprawled in his hammock. The white-faced clown kept time with his baton as the cat paganinied. The dog stiffened, sniffed, and growled at the moon, and the cow leaping over it. Havoc reigned, and the wolves at the door bayed at the cow, and huffed and puffed. Porrige bubbled and burned on the stove, spattering the stove top and burning the myopic mice. Chaos usurped the throne; havoc slunk away and joined three passing bears who were lost, tired and hungry. The pot-bellied pig, annoyed, finished his shopping list, brushed past the exhausted wolves, and headed for the market.