|I. The Lady Doll
I'm a lady of rank from Japan,
Please be as polite as you can.
My beautiful clothes you may scan,--
My garments of tinsel and crape,
In purple and red like the grape,
And cut in most elegant shape
By a queer little dress-maker man.
But please do not handle my fan;
'T would be reckoned quite rude in Japan.
My lips are just parted to show
My little black teeth in a row,
With a gloss like the back of a crow;
And if you look close and are wise,
You may see in my long narrow eyes
A great deal of well-bred surprise
That other folks' teeth are not so.
|II. The Baby
Very common young fry are we three,
Very limp at the elbow and knee,
Clad in cheap cotton gowns as you see,
Made up in great haste with a baste
And tied with a rag at the waist
Without any pretension to taste.
It would be out of taste, we agree;
For in Tokio, over the sea,
Few dollies are lowly as we.
Though made of such very cheap clay,
Baked with dozens besides in a tray,
We are quite roly-poly and gay.
Our flimsy sides shake when 't is said
That our fringe on the crown of the head
Is n't hair, but young bristles instead;
And it causes us little dismay
That our joints wobble 'round, they do
In a most unaccountable way,--
As we never use these in the day.
But the mice and the pussy-cats see
Funny frolics at night when we're free,
And the moon looks in over the tree.
The lady-doll tied in her case,
With a cover of silk on her face,
Is too haughty to join in the race.
We are glad we are not in her place;
It's so jolly more lowly to be.
Though she says it suits her to a T,
And a worshipful lady is she.
Oh! Japan is the home of the vase,
Japan is the land of the tea,
Of lacquer, and bronzes, and placques
And turtles with wicker-work backs
with silk that is fine as a lace,
And porcelain fair to see,
With dollies of rank and grace,
And dollies of low degree.