Handie

With my handie patting as I sing my song; / Go to sleep, my dolly, do not keep me long.

If you like candy, / Come hold my handie.

“Saint Maarten’s Light! / My father’s name is Luutje, / My mother’s name is Jantje. / Give me something in my handie.” “Oh!” Jansje sat up straight to listen. “Did the people give you anything?” Klaas grinned. “Cookies, candies, apples, and sometimes pennies! I wish we celebrated Saint Maarten’s Night in my town,” he said longingly.

“Guess what I’ve got in my handie?” he asked.