I vow I like to see you in a passion;
Such royal rage! Your forbear was, I know
Kame-a-lili-like-kalico,
Or some such name; who got in that great tiff
And tumbled all his foes down off the cliff.
I feel I’m lying with them in the valley
While you stand all triumphant, on the Pali.
Girl (smiling and softened)
You mean Kamehameha First, I’m sure.
Yes, I am of his line.
Ralph
May it endure
Until the end of time; for you are great;
The world needs women like you.
[Girl turns to go.
Ralph
Oh, now wait!
I want some flowers; please hang about my neck
A dozen lais; and give me half a peck
Of nice bouquets; then I will hire a band
And celebrate my entrance to your land.
I’ll dance the Hula, up and down the street
And cry Aloha, to each girl I meet;
And if she frowns, and calls me cad, and churl,
I’ll shout, Long Live the New Hawaiian Girl—
Rah, rah, rah, Yale, Yale, Yale!
[A Hawaiian Band is heard approaching.]
Girl (laughingly, as she hangs lais about his neck)