To the roof of the lodge?
And then she assumes the tone of the little screech owl, and answers—
| Kob kob kob | (It is I—the little owl) |
| Nim be e zhau | (Coming,) |
| Kob kob kob | (It is I—the little owl) |
| Nim be e zhau | (Coming,) |
| Kit che—kit che. | (Down! down!) |
It is I, it is I, hither swinging, (wa wa)
Dodge, dodge, baby dodge;
And she springs towards it and down goes the little head. This is repeated with the utmost merriment upon both sides.
Who is this, who is this eye-light bringing
To the roof of my lodge?
It is I, it is I, hither swinging.