Ross's Far East Ginger-aid

First buy a map of China, And hang it on the wall, And look up all the places At which you wish to call.

Then buy a steamer ticket And a nifty travelling cap, And visit all the places You've looked up on the map.

Before you pack your samples, First find out what they want— Unless, of course, your journey Is just a pleasure jaunt.

For I have it on my records One brought gramaphones—in vain— And then he got the needle, As he packed them home again.

If you want to sell them salmon. Put a label on the tin; They like a picture on the front To show them what's within.

Japan's trade, once, like China's now, Was ten shillings per head, But that has grown in forty years To twenty pounds instead.

It's the latest, greatest market, But above all, you must know That the East will not be hustled. Let your motto be, "Go Slow."