[to be continued.]
[PINAFORE RHYMES.—(Continued.)]
Yee-Lee, the Chinaman,
Goes walking down the street,
With paper sun-shade, and a dress
That reaches to his feet.
Oh what a funny sight is he,
That yellow Chinaman, Yee-Lee!
His eyes are slanting little slits,
So that he can't see straight;
His head is polished till it shines
Just like a china plate;
And pussy thinks he's very kind
To let his pigtail drag behind.
The wind asked the children
To dance on the green;
But the fiddler and fifer
Were not to be seen.
So the wind whistled for them
A gay, merry tune,
But so fast that the children
Grew tired very soon.
"Oh, we must stop dancing!"
Cried each little child;
"The tune that you whistle
Is so very wild!"
That made the wind angry;
It rose very high;
And their hats and their sun-shades
Were blown to the sky.