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.