I slit the sheet - the sheet I slit - and on the slitted sheet I sit.

Try to keep repeating the phrase "Red lorry, yellow lorry"

She sells sea shells on the sea shore !

Six slippery snails, slid slowly seaward.

I’m not a pheasant plucker,
I’m a pheasant pluckers son.
And I’m only plucking pleasants
’till the pheasant plucker comes.

Silly Simon’s sitting in a shoe shine shop.
Where he sits he shines, and where he shines he sits.