The fox, the fox, she sits on the lea,
Hears her bairns a-crying:
Come, bairns mine, and go home with me,
What games you shall then be seeing.
The fox he thrashed, the vixen she ground;
The kitten kneads, the cat she bakes,
The mouse with his tail he sprinkles the cakes.[19]
Another:—
So ro ti krabbe skjar,