| (Steps aside. Enter Chinese girl.) |
Chinese girl:
| I'm a little Chinese
girl, They say I've almond eyes, I live in a boat, on a river we float, And often eat rice and rat pies. And here is a bamboo basket, Filled with choicest tea, I picked and dried it all myself It comes from Ken See Lee. (Bows low.) With us we have no Christmas, No presents nor a tree; But there in the boat, I made this toy, This, too, comes from Ken See Lee. |
| (Chinese girl bows low and takes a seat on low stool in front of American girl. Enter African girl.) |
African girl:
| I'm a dark little African
girl, I live in a forest land, With kinky curls and jet black eyes, I watch the elephant band. My father hunts these animals, From one of them I bring An elephant's tusk to you, my friend, 'Twill make you a pretty ring. And here is ebony wood for you, A cocoanut from the palm, And dates to eat, so very sweet, All from our African farm. |
| (Offers presents, which American girl hangs on the boughs. African girl steps to her left. Enter Arabian girl.) |
Arabian girl:
| I'm a little Arabian
girl, I live in a desert land, In tents on the plain so hot and dry, And I play on the burning sand; Here is a pretty pearl I've brought, And an ostrich's egg so rare; An Arab pony you should have And a cloak of camel's hair. I never hear about Christmas, And don't know what you mean, But hope you will accept these gifts, And this ostrich feather green. |
| (Offers gifts. American girl accepts them, rises, places them on tree; then turns and repeats.) |