The Rice Seller
SOMEONE is knocking loud at the door,
The dog is making a great uproar;
Now I inquire, who can it be?
’Tis only a donkey-man I see,
Calling out at the top of his voice:
Here’s the place to get your rice,
Coarse rice or fine,
Just to your mind,
Rice in the husk,
Or cleaned by the wind.