Classic Poem

When the hour was come Prince Chun arose,
And balanced a shoestring on his nose.
" From this some notion you will get, "
Said he, " of China's deep regret. "

Now balancing upon his ear
A stein of foaming lager beer,
" This attitude, " said he, " reveals
How very sorry China feels. "

Then spinning top-like on his cue,
" I can't begin to tell to you
The deep remorse we suffer for
The death of your Ambassador. "

Next, placing on his cue a plate,
He said, as it 'gan to gyrate:
" Nothing that's happened in his reign
Has caused my Emperor so much pain. "

Upon his back he did declare,
While juggling five balls in the air,
" This attitude — the humblest yet —
Expresses personal regret. "

Last, spreading out a deck of cards —
" Accept my Emperor's regards.
As our intentions were well meant,
Pray overlook the incident. "