More Riddles

[alixtii]

As always, my riddles come from The Oxford Dictionary of Nursery Rhymes, my one-stop search for Dru-speak.

Hitty Pitty within the wall,
Hitty Pitty without the wall;
If you touch Hitty Pitty,
Hitty Pitty will bite you.

Solution: A nettle.

Higty, tighty, paradighty, clothed all in green,
The king could not read, no more could the queen;
They sent for a wise man out of the East,
Who said it had horns, but was not a beast.

Solution: A holly tree.

Brit Lit geeks--especially Virginia Woolf fangirls and fanboys--like me will be interested that Vita Sackville-West, of Orlando fame, claimed according to the ODNR that the above riddle "cannot concievably have been composed by an author in the doldrums." I have no idea what that means, but then I wouldn't have been able to figure out the riddle itself, either.

When I went up Sandy-Hill,
I met a sandy-boy;
I cut his throat, I sucked his blood,
And left his skin a-hanging-o.

Solution: An orange.

And, because we are all contractually required to pimp it, it is the Firefly round at femslash_minis. But most of you already knew that.