These riddles, collected in the North Carolina mountains, belong to a familiar pattern, the seemingly obscene question with an innocuous reply. Texts from Ralph S. Boggs, “North Carolina White Folktales and Riddles,” Journal of American Folklore, XLVII (1934), pp. 320-21.
The ole man shook it an’ shook it;
The old woman pulled up her dress an’ took it.
A man shook apples out of a tree, and his wife caught them in her dress.
The ole lady pitted it an’ patted it;
The ole man down with his breeches an’ at it.
She made up the bed, and he undressed and got into bed.
When it goes in, it’s stiff an’ stout;
When it comes out, it’s flopping about.
Cooking a cabbage.
Big at the bottom, an’ little at the top,
An’ a little thing in the middle that goes pippity pop.
Little Jessie Ruddle,
Asettin’ in a puddle,
Green garters an’ yaller toes;
Tell me that riddle or I’ll smash yer nose!
A duck in a puddle of water.
About six inches long, an’ a might pretty size;
Not a lady in the country but what will take it between her thighs.
The lefthand horn on a lady’s side saddle.