THE JAPANESE NOVELTY STORE.

Each morning, at nine,

I pass under the sign—

A fan with a stork flying o’er—

And see, as I go,

A remarkable show,

At the Japanese Novelty Store.

II.

There’s an odd little man,

From the booths of Japan,

Who walks to and fro on the floor;

His eyes are oblique,

And he talks with a squeak,

At the Japanese Novelty Store.

III.

There are teacups and trays,

And boxes ablaze

With lacquer and gilding galore;

Individual “butters,”

And bronze paper cutters,

At the Japanese Novelty Store.

IV.

You ask the expense,

It is twenty five cents

For a lantern as big as a door;

But a dollar won’t buy

A vase an inch high

At the Japanese Novelty Store.

Cranes, fishes, and dragons,

And Cloisonné flagons,

No man can say what they are for;

But—down to the stork—

They’re all made in New York

For the Japanese Novelty Store.

Allanson Goodwin.