Being a nanny and selling children

Farmers eat rice chaff;

Bricklayers live in thatched houses;

A weaver girl has no clothes;

A salt seller drinks weak soup;

A nanny sells sons and daughters.

Watch me and my father planting crops

Little ants with forked tails, the father-in-law plows the ground and the daughter-in-law rake.

Pedestrians, don’t laugh, watch me and my husband growing crops.

The eldest sister went to see my father-in-law

There is a star in the sky and a nail in the ground.

An older sister was walking on the road, carrying a basket of sesame cakes.

I asked eldest sister where to go? She said she was going to see her father-in-law.

Your father-in-law yesterday? A hole burned in the hat.

Is it still worth seeing? Size is a curse.