Wednesday, September 13, 2017

O'Kissme San; a doll from Japan mini-book

Cover for "O'Kissme San A Doll From Japan"

       Here is a little doll book craft about a Japanese doll's adventures. Young visitors here may ask their teacher, guardian, or parent to print it out, fold the pages in half, glue together the blank pages and staple or tie miniature book together. Enjoy! Read the Terms of Use.


Q'Kissme San had
almond eyes,
A parasol and fan:
A doll was she
Of high degree,
From picturesque Japan.
Her hair was black and full of pins,
She'd teeny weeny feet;
Her clothes were made
Of silk brocade,
Their cut was simply sweet.
On Miss Betty's
seventh birth
-day
Last July, O'Kissme
San,
In a lacquer box,
With all her frocks,
Arrived by parcels van ;
And Lovi-Dovi too, her
maid,
A happy little elf
Just half her size,
But, otherwise,
Exactly like herself.
Miss Betty gave a dollies'
tea
To all her little friends;
And cookie bakes
Such lovely cakes!
Such fruit the gard'ner sends!
Each visitor her dolly brings
Of course, she brings her best
And, spick-and-span,
O'Kissme San
Welcomes each dolly guest.
Directly tea is over, then
The dollies must be fed;
So Nanny brings
Their own tea-things
And sets them out, instead.
And now a curious thing occurred,
The little Japanese
Pushed back her seat,
Then, on her feet,
She squatted at her ease.
But when O'Kissme San
commenced
To eat, how they did stare!
For strawberry ice
She took, like rice,
With chop-sticks, I declare!
Of course, the other dolls with
spoons
And forks would eat no more;
So you may guess
The awful mess
They made on Betty's floor.
Now when it's time to
say good-bye,
Ere homeward they depart,
Each dolly man
To 'Kissme San
Offers his hand and heart.
The lady dolls with jealousy
Are mad, as you can see,
"What have I done? "
Cries everyone,
"Neglected thus to be?"



One day, a rick-shaw
came to take
O'Kissme for a ride,
With coolie-man
As in Japan,
Between the shafts to stride.
The other dolls what do you think?
They took the coolie out,
Then harnessed up
A playful pup
To pull the cart about. O'kissme San
got in, and then
Her maid got in, as well.
The sun is hot,
But off they trot,
Now listen what befell :
For, just as Joe, the pup, had got
Accustomed to his load,
A water rat,
So sleek and fat,
Dashed right across the road.

Away goes Joe-the dollies
scream,
Away goes master rat ;
A nice green pond
Lies just beyond,
And off they race for that.
In jumps the rat in follows
Joe,
Their screams he never
heeds,
The harness snaps,
The wretched haps
See! struggling in the weeds. Old George, the gard'ner,
fished them out,
And laid them in the sun;
The puddle-ducks
Had gobbled up
Their garments one by one.
So as poor Lovi-Dovi had
No other clothes to wear,
A smart new
frock
Out of her
stock
Her mistress
had to spare.

For Betty's Summer holidays
At Sandbeach-on-the-Sea,
Her Father took
A cosy nook
For all the family.
Of course, the dollies went as well.
With all the other toys,
A spade and pail.
With boats to sail
The boats were for the boys. One morning, on the
yellow sands
The children are at play
When " Rooty-Toot,"
With pipe and flute,
Come Punch-and-Judy gay.
Down go the dolls, the spades, the
pails,
And off the children fly;
The rooty-toot
Of Punch's flute,
What child can e'er deny?

Scarce was her mistress
out of sight,
When poor O'Kissme saw
A crab with eyes
Of bulging size,
And one enormous claw.
She screamed aloud, but no
one heard,
As, sidling down the shore,
The awful crab
Made just one dab,
And off his victim bore. Just then poor Bet comes
running up,
And with her come the boys,
And Joe, the pup:
The hunt is up!
My word, they make a noise.
Joe quickly spies the robber bold,
They raise the hue and
cry;
So crabby drops
His prey, and pops
Into a pool hard by.



A castle for O'Kissme San
Let's build, " the children cried;
"And let the wall
Be thick and tall,
The moat, both deep and wide."
So, when the tide was on the turn,
They wrought with willing hands
And pail and spade,
Until they made
A castle on the sands. It was the biggest castle that
They possibly could make ;
Said they, "No wave,
However brave,
Will dare our fort to take."
They made a throne of oyster-shells,
And set it on the top,
And left O'Kiss
Me San on this,
Till their return, to stop.

But, all too quick the tide comes
up,
And wavelets soon surround
The rebel fort,
O'Kissme's caught,
And looks like being drowned.
Hurrah ! a welcome bark she hears,
She knows that help's at hand ;
With eager din
Joe dashes in,
And brings her safe to land. At a dollies' sand-pie party
That Betty gave one day,
O'Kissme San
Met Captain Ban,
A sailor bold and gay.
Her fellow-countryman was he,
An admiral elect;
There was no man
In all Japan,
With medals so bedecked.

Said he, "I've long de-
sired a bride ;
I'm sick of single life;
So, if you can,
O'Kissme San,
Please say you'll be my wife."
O'Kissme blushed and said, "I feel
Most flattered, don't you know?
But O! I fear
My mistress dear
Will never let me go." Besides, I have a
faithful maid,
I could not leave
behind."
"Why, let her wed,"
The Captain said,
" My man, if she's a mind.
He is the handiest tar afloat,
He cooks, and shaves, and sews ;
A bo'sun he
Will shortly be.
I'll tell him to propose."
Poor Betty wept as mothers
will,
When they their daughters lose,
But still a match
With such a catch
She couldn't well refuse.
And Lovi-Dovi and her tar
His name was Yo-Hee-Vo
Agreed that they,
That self-same day,
Would to the altar go. The wedding was a grand affair:
They'd breakfast on the shore,
With speeches fine,
Green ginger wine,
And sandwiches galore.
Then Captain Ban and Yo-Hee-Vo
Returned aboard their ship,
For they must go
To Tokyo,
Upon their wedding trip.

The brides
with all their
dolly friends, 
Went for a walk 
 

along
The cliffs of
chalk
For one last talk;
The wind was
blowing strong;
But as the sun was shining
bright,
The newly-married dolls,
To keep his rays
From their bouquets,
Put up their parasols. "A dieu, my friends!" O'Kissme
cried,
"Wish us a happy trip!
Yon tiny boat
Waits there afloat
To take us to our ship.
I see my husband on the deck,
With telescope
in hand,
He looks at
me
Across the
sea,
Isn't he simply
grand?"

The rising gale
their parasols
Makes parachutes,
and high
One powerful
puff
Was quite enough
Above the cliff they fly.
Said Ban, " It seems my wife
prefers
Ballooning to a boat,
So 'neath these aer-
Onauts so fair,
My ship shall gently float" Safe in the air the dollies wait,
Until the tempest calms;
Then down they drop,
And gently flop
Into their husbands' arms.
Good-bye, good-bye, brave bo'sun
Yo!
Adieu! most gallant Ban!
Stick to your brides
Whate'er betides,
Farewell! O'Kissme San!! 


This is just one way to assemble mini-books. 
I will share more solutions in a future post.

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