There was once a woman who had a little pot for a child. Tunjur Tunjur Tunjur that was the sound the pot made as it rolled everywhere. Unfortunately the pot wasn t old enough to know the difference between right and wrong. That naughty pot ran off with things that did not belong to her until she learned her lesson . . . the hard way"
Tunjur! Tunjur! Tunjur!
A Palestinian Folktale