Oh, where the white quince blossom swings

I love to take my Japan ease!

I love the maid Anise who clings

So lightly on my Japan knees;

I love the little song she sings,

The little love-song Japanese.

I almost love the lute’s tink tunkle

Played by that charming Jap Anise—

For am I not her old Jap uncle?

And is she not my Japan niece?