236. Flour from England, fruits from Spain,
All met together in a shower of rain;
Had on a napkin tied with a string,—
If you tell me this riddle, I’ll give you a ring.
—Duckanoo (pudding boiled in a cloth).
237. I was going through a field of wheat,
I picked up something nice to eat;
It was neither feather, flesh nor bone,
But I kept it till it walk alone.[78]
—Egg.