Froggie
FROGGIE, old froggie,
Come over to me;
You’ll never go back
To your home in the sea.
You’re an idle old croker
As ever I saw,
And if not calling papa,
You’re calling mama.
The Lazy Woman
tHE lazy woman
She sweeps the floor,
And leaves the dirt
Inside the door.
She cooks her rice
In a dirty pot,
And sleeps at night
On an old straw cot.
The Tidy Woman
THE tidy woman
Is always clean,
No dirt in her home
Is ever seen.
Her food is fit
For a king to eat,
And her hair and clothes
Are
always
neat.
E Ni Me Ni Mi Ni Mo
ONE, two, three, and an old cow’s eye,
When a cow’s eye’s blind she’ll surely die;
A piece of skin and a melon, too,
If you have money
I’ll sell to you;
But if you’re without,
I’ll put you out.