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"The Little Brother of Loo Lee Loo"

By Margaret Johnson

IN flowery, fair Cathay, That kingdom far away,Where, odd as it seems, ‘t is always night   when here we are having day, In the time of the great Ching-Wang, In the city of proud Shi-Bang,In the glorious golden days of old when   sage and poet sang,
 There lived a nobleman who Was known as the Prince Choo-Choo.(It was long before the Chinaman wore his   beautiful silken queue.) A learned prince was he, As rich as a prince could be,And his house so gay had a grand gateway,  and a wonderful roof, sky-blue.
 His garden was bright with tints Of blossoming peach and quince,And a million flowers whose like has not  been seen before or since; And set ’mid delicate odors Were cute little toy pagodas,That looked exactly as if you might go in  for ice-cream sodas!
 A silver fountain played In a bowl of carven jade,And pink and white in a crystal pond the  water-lilies swayed. But never a flower that grew In the garden of Prince Choo-ChooWas half so fair as his daughter there, the  Princess Loo-lee Loo.
Loo-lee Loo.
 Each day she came and sat On her queer little bamboo mat.(And I hope she carried a doll or two, but I  can't be sure of that!) She watched the fountain toss, And she gazed the bridge across,And she worked a bit of embroidery fine  with a thread of silken floss.
Vol. XXXII—3.
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