Tongue twisters were a staple in my childhood home. Fox in Socks by Dr Seuss was a favourite. My grandmother taught us “she sells seashells by the seashore” and “around the rugged rocks the ragged rascal ran”.
It was probably too early when she recited “I’m not a pheasant plucker but a pheasant plucker’s son”. She delivered it anyway, much to our delight.