Looks like I have just given the old tongue twister a new twist!
In the days of my youth, some of my neighhours would go to the sea shore (only about 15 mins’ walk) early in the morning, often with their children, to dig for Siput Remis. Back then, there was an abundance of these shelled creatures, and so an hour or two of enthusiastic excavation could yield a couple of baskets of these delicious seafood.
Now and then, the children would be sent from house to house in the village to sell the excess Siput harvests. “Siput, Siput” was their call. I remember a cigarette tin or a condensed milk tin full of the siput cost 5 sen. Stir-fried with black soya sauce, ginger and some sugar, these tasted heavenly.