"Will you be pickled or salted?"
"Will you be roasted or stewed?"
He drags the victim into one or another corner of the room, according to the reply, and the game proceeds as before.[97]
New England.
In the Southern States a witch takes the place of the bird of prey, and the rhyme is,
"Chickamy, chickamy, crany, crow,
I went to the well to wash my toe,
And when I came back my chicken was gone;
What o'clock, old witch?"
The witch names any hour, and questions and answers are repeated as before, up to twelve:
"What are you doing, old witch?"
"I am making a fire to cook a chicken."
"Where are you going to get it?"
"Out of your coop."
"I've got the lock."
"I've got the key."
"Well, we'll see who will have it."
The witch tries to get past the hen, and seize the last of the line; the mother, spreading out her arms, bars the passage. The witch cries,
"I must have a chick."
"You sha'n't have a chick."