When the weirling shrieks at night,
Sow the seed with the morning light;
But when the cuckoo swells its throat,
Harvest flies from the mooncall’s[A] note.
[A] Mooncall—the cuckoo (Norfolk).
Parson Peard,
Be not afeard,
Nor take it much in anger;
We’ve bought your geese
At a penny a piece,
And left the money with the gander.
A peacock picked a peck of pepper;
Did he pick a peck of pepper?
Yes, he picked a peck of pepper;
Pick, pecker, peacock!
SOUTHERN INDIA
An old story! an old story!
Clever Brahman, an old story!
What shall I say?
I know none.
Little chickens! little chickens!
Sing me a song!
What can I sing?
Pyong! Pyong!