Grinding Flour
WE push the mill,
The flour we make,
And then for grandma
A cake we’ll bake.
The Farmer’s Guide
IN Spring, plant the turnip,
In summer, the beet,
When harvest is over,
We sow the buckwheat.
Pulling the Saw
WE pull the big saw,
We push the big saw,
To saw up the wood,
To build us a house,
In order that baby
May have a good spouse.
The Doctor’s Prescription
PURSE, a purse, for better or worse,
Indeed, would you know it, I’ve married a purse.
My wife’s little daughter once fell very ill,
And we called for a doctor to give her a pill;
He wrote a prescription which now we will give her,
In which he has ordered a mosquito’s liver,
And then in addition the heart of a flea,
And half pound of fly wings to make her some tea.