A RIDDLE
One night 'neath the light of a silvery moon
There sat on a log pile a very fat coon
And also a little most cunning brown fellow
Eating of melon so juicy and mellow.
The large robust coon and the wee little one
Thought they were having a bushel of fun,
And laughed very loudly in notes of pure glee,
For they were as happy as happy could be.
So here is a riddle I'll give now to you,
Guess the relation there was 'twixt the two.
ANSWER
Most everyone answers, "Why, father and son."
Not so—'twas a mammy and her little one.