A little dwarf stuck his head in at the door and said, softly,
“Little boy, if you do not care,
I’ll give you a magic rocking-chair!”
There stood the little dwarf in the doorway. He carried a beautiful red rocking-chair. The chair was so heavy and large for the dwarf it was all he could possibly carry.
“Kept rocking until they arrived in China”
He set it down in the doorway and said in a whisper,
“Wherever you think you’d like to go,
Just sit in the chair and rock to and fro.”