Proclaim your Ma marsupial, your ancestor an ape!
A curio they promised us to drive a lover crazy,
With little soft canoodling ways, and sweetness of a daisy.
We read of thee in tea-house neat, in cherry-blossomed pages,
But find a girl of gin-saloon and Yoshiwara cages.
You lure the European on, admire his rings and collars,
But never really love his lips, invariably his dollars;
We'd all forgive thy grin, guffaw, and rancid-smelling tresses,
If we could trace thy fraud, O San, in half-a-dozen guesses.
It's lasted long, it's lasted strong, it cannot last much longer,