ON the top of the mount,

By the road, on a stone—

Or a big pile of bricks—

Sat a bald-headed crone.

On her head were three hairs,

Which you'll reckon were thin,

In which she was trying

To wear a jade pin.

She put it in once,

But once it fell out;

She put it in twice,

But twice it fell out.

But the old woman said,

"I know what I'm about,

I'll not put it in

And it cannot fall out."