What are you shaking there at your feet?
A string of garlic, good to eat.
What are you carrying under your arm?
An old fur cloak to keep me warm.
Why don't you put the cloak on, granny?
Fear the insects will bite me, sonny.
Why don't your husband kill such a pest?
My husband's gone to the land of rest.
Where is the old man's burial spot?
There, in the fire-place, under the pot.
Why don't you cry for your husband true?
Old pot! old pan!! old man!!! boo-hoo!!!!
BLIND MAN'S BUFF
A peacock feather On a plum-tree limb, You catch me, And I'll catch him.
THE FIVE TOES
This little cow eats grass, This little cow eats hay, This little cow drinks water, This little cow runs away, This little cow does nothing, But just lie down all day; We'll whip her.
[Illustration: SEVENTEEN HUNDRED BABIES]