“and the gifts that were brought for the little fing-wee would fill me a chapter or two”
But with never a single toy,
The princess cried for joy,
Nor cared she a jot that they all forgot it was she
who had found the boy!
Her dear little heart it sang
Like a bird in her breast—ting, tang!
There was never a happier child that night in the
realm of the great Ching-Wang!
And her mother, the fair Su-See,
She looked at the little Fing-Wee—
There were mothers in China some thousands of years before you were born, trust me!
She looked at the children two,
And down in the dusk and the dew,
With a tender mist in her eyes she kissed the Princess Loo-lee Loo!
