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The Toyman's Song.

Smiley girley, losy boy,
S'posey makee buy my toy;
Littee devilos make of clay,
Awful snakey clawley 'way,
Glate black spider, eyes all led,
Dlagons fit to scaree dead.
Dis de sortey plitty toy
Sell to littee China-boy.

Note.—My no can tinkee wat devilo Massa tinkee wat-tim he makee dis sing-song. It look-see my állo one piecee foolo-pidgin. Wat-for Chinaman makee littee devilos, snakey spiderlo an' dlagon, if no makee fo' chilos to scare 'um an' makee good? My tinkee can do good pidgin, supposey Englishee-man, insteadee pay he chilos one piecee plitty dolly, all-same one littee wifey, pay 'um littee devilos an' snakeys an' talkey, “S'posey you no belongey good, t'hat ting he catchee you all over, an' bitee you, galaw.”

Supposey one piecee gentleum who leed dis, wantchee come dis pidgin in he family—my catchee one Chinee flin in London —he catch fai-dozen box first-chop China toy—makee sell too-muchee cheap, galaw. My too-much likee do littee pidgin long-he.

Ah Chung.