"I and thou and the miller's cow--" said she, to the prince, as she again took him to her bosom, while she laughed and sang:
"Cock a doodle doo!
The clock strikes two;
The clock strikes four.
While all sleep and snore.
"Be it palace or cot,
It matters not,
Though they cook sour beets,
Or eat almonds and sweets--
As long as they care