They’re all gone out,
All but little dogs twain,
Fastened with a chain:
Their chains they do gnaw,
And say “Wau, wau, wau.”
“Very good,” said I. “Many thanks. Have you any gaade (riddles)?”
Upon which, the old lady immediately repeated this:—
Sister sent to sister her’n,
Southwards over the sea,
With its bottom out, a silver churn,