Grab the Knee
ONE grab silver,
Two grabs gold,
Three, don’t laugh
And you’ll grow old.
The Pagoda
THE dragon pagoda,
It touches the sky,
The dragon pagoda,
Thirteen stories high.
The Little Orphan
LIKE a little withered flower,
That is dying in the earth,
I am left alone at seven,
By her who gave me birth.
With my papa I was happy,
But I feared he’d take another,
And now my papa’s married,
And I have a little brother.
And he eats good food,
While I eat poor,
And cry for my mother,
Whom I’ll see no more.