CHINA DOLLS
Reading edition
THERE are china cups and china dolls And Chinamen galore, All huddled in together In a little China store.
The china cups are pretty And the china dolls, O dear, I wish I had a hundred Sitting round me now, right here.
But the Chinaman that sells them, With his slits of eyes askew, And hair all braided down his back In such a funny queue!—
If all his dolls should grow and grow Until like him they grew, And I should have the care of them, O dear, what would I do?