—Woman wants wit. Man much more.
The calf, the goose, the bee,
The world is ruled by these three.
—Parchment, pens, and wax.
A house full, a yard full,
And ye can't catch a bowl full.
—Smoke.
As I was going o'er London bridge,
I heard something crack;
Not a man in all England
Can mend that!
—Ice.
I had a little sister,
They called her Pretty Peep;
She wades in the waters,
Deep, deep, deep!
She climbs up the mountains,
High, high, high;
My poor little sister,
She has but one eye.
—A star. This charming little riddle is always a great favorite with children.
As I was going o'er yon moor of moss,
I met a man on a gray horse;
He whipp'd and he wail'd,
I ask'd him what he ail'd;
He said he was going to his father's funeral,
Who died seven years before he was born!