Whenever I think about my grandma the first thing that usually comes to mind is a little rhyme she used to tell me in a very pronounced Scottish accent.
Rooond about, rooond about (means round )
goes the wee mooose ( that really means mouse -said as she traced her finger round the palm of my hand)
Up a bit, up a bit
In the wee hooose (means house - as her fingers tiptoed up my arm to tickle my oxter - oxter was her word for armpit)
One more thing, how great is my hubby? I mentioned that I would really like one of these, so he went and found almost all the bits and pieces so that he could build me one out of re-used stuff. I love it! (and him)