1. "The gay Andalusians
Have fiddle and ballad,
But only two coppers
To buy them a salad.
2. "In Saragossa
—Oh, what a pity!—
Has fallen the tower,
Pride of the city."
Unchildlike innuendoes pervade that curious game of many variants in which the priest and abbess play a leading part. Two children are chosen for these dignitaries, while the others call out the names of such flowers, fruits, or vegetables as each may decide to personate. "I'm a cabbage." "I'm a jasmine." "I'm a cherry." Then the little sinners kneel in a circle, crying:—
"Through the door, up the stairs,