The beginning of eternity,
The end of time and space,
The beginning of every end,
And the end of every place.
I never was, am always to be,
None ever saw me, nor ever will,
And yet I am the confidence of all
Who live and breathe on this terrestrial ball.
Runs over fields and woods all day,
Under the bed at night sits not alone,
With long tongue hanging out,
A-waiting for a bone.
At night they come
Without being fetched,
And by day they are lost
Without being stolen.
Fatherless and motherless,
Born without skin,
Spoke when it came into the world,
And never spoke again.
What gets wet when drying?
There was a green house.
Inside the green house there was a white house.
Inside the white house there was a red house.
Inside the red house there were lots of black babies.