Three little Satsumas and old Satsuma,
Or four Satsumas in all,
Laid aside their tasks, and put on their masks
For a grand Matsuri ball.
They howled and growled, and acted like
Wild animals born and bred.
To make an impression they formed a procession,
With old Satsuma ahead.
Just then the clown, of all the town
The funniest man to be found,
Jumped on to the back of the first of the pack,
And merrily rode him around.
Now, when he begun, they thought it was fun,
And acted as though they'd gone mad,
Until old Satsuma, in very bad humor,
Said, "Enough of this thing we have had."
Eight little girls of Japan,
All running as fast as they can
For fear she'll be late,
Each one of the eight
Is running as fast as she can.
Did you ever see children so fat?
In Japan, though, they say, "What of that?"
To be fat is a duty;
It adds to your beauty.
And that is the reason they're fat.
NOT QUITE SATISFIED.
This dear little Mabel,
She isn't quite able
To say what it is has gone wrong;
But she looks in the glass.
And the shadow-frowns pass
O'er a face that is sweet as a song.
She is thinking of Lizzie,
Whose hair is so frizzy.
She wishes her own could be cut;
But papa, only said
When she showed him her head,
"What, spoil it, my darling?—tut! tut!"