And Li Po sat on the marble slab and was very uncomfortable.

And in a dark bower was Sanany, the magician, brooding like an owl.

And Golden Bells stood before Li Po, and there were hurt tears in her eyes.
"Did my father or I ever do anything to you, Li Po, that you should make a song such as they sing in the market-place ?" "What song ?" "The Song of the Cockatoo." "I don't remember." "I'll remind you, Li Po.

'There alighted on the balcony of the King of Annam,' the song goes, 'a red cockatoo.

It was colored as a peach-tree-blossom and it spoke the tongue of men.