Here is a more playful “FolkloreThursday” – some riddles and tounge trippers from ”The Oxford Nursery Rhyme Book”. Meanwhile, Norway is raining and dark place.

Here we go:

I need not your needles,

They’re needless to me,

For kneading of needles

Were needless, you see;

But did my neat trousers

But need to be kneed,

I then should have need

Of your needles indeed


Robert Rowley rolled a round roll

Round,

A round roll Robert Rowley rolled

Round;

Where rolled the round roll

Robert Rowley rolled round?

There were three sisters in a hall,

There came a knight amongst them all;

Good morrow, aunt, to the one,

Good morrow, aunt, to the other,

Godd morrow, gentelwoman, to the third,

If you were aunt, as the other two be,

I would say good morrow, then aunt, all three.


As I was going to St. Ives,

I met a man with seven wives;

Each wife had seven sacks,

Each sack had seven cats,

Each cat had seven kits:

Kits, cats, sacks and wives,

How many were there going to St. Ives?


Four stiff-standers,

Four dilly – danders,

Two lookers,

Two crookers,

And a wig-wag.


The two first are tounge twisters, and the three others riddles.

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