AT THE KIK-U-CHA[1]
OF all the sights I e'er beheld
In haunts of home or lands afar,
The very sweetest one, I ween,
Was Kitty at the Kik-u-Cha.
A miniature Mikado court
The salon seemed, with light aglow
And multi-hued chrysanthemums—
So "Japanesy," don't you know!
And Kitty—well, she was divine
(Celestial, I should rather say),
With painted brows and hair Japanned
In quite the Oriental way.
In haunts of home or lands afar,
The very sweetest one, I ween,
Was Kitty at the Kik-u-Cha.
A miniature Mikado court
The salon seemed, with light aglow
And multi-hued chrysanthemums—
So "Japanesy," don't you know!
And Kitty—well, she was divine
(Celestial, I should rather say),
With painted brows and hair Japanned
In quite the Oriental way.
Her robe was rich with 'broideries
Wrought all in gold and silver threads;
Around its hem long-legged storks
In solemn conclave showed their heads
A flight of cranes soared up her sash
To nest, perchance, where on her sleeve
A group of silken cat-tails spread
A most phantasmal make-believe.
Not maid of Tokio herself
Had worn her robe with more eclat,
Or flirted with more naivete
Than Kitty at the Kik-u-Cha.
Wrought all in gold and silver threads;
Around its hem long-legged storks
In solemn conclave showed their heads
A flight of cranes soared up her sash
To nest, perchance, where on her sleeve
A group of silken cat-tails spread
A most phantasmal make-believe.
Not maid of Tokio herself
Had worn her robe with more eclat,
Or flirted with more naivete
Than Kitty at the Kik-u-Cha.
Beneath a colored parasol
She sat and poured her nectared tea—
She sat and poured her nectared tea—
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- ↑ Chrysanthemum Tea.
