You’ll not get a rik-i-shay,
But with the children take a quiet stroll.”
So Mr. Japanese and Mrs. Japanese
And the little Japaneses too,
Set out in Indian-file,
In the very latest style,
With their eyes and mouths prodigiously askew.
Through gardens trim and neat, to smell the blossoms sweet
They go, and over fences climb,
And when their walk is done,