Japanesque

Oh, where the white quince blossom swings I love to take my Japan ease! I love the maid Anise who clings So lightly on my Japan knees; I love the little song she sings, The little love-song Japanese. I almost love the lute’s tink tunkle Played by that charming Jap Anise-- For am I not her old Jap uncle? And is she not my Japan niece?