Do you hear the bees, Marco Polo--the bees among the almond-blossoms?
And see the blue heron by the lotus flowers?
And do you see the little tortoise, Marco Polo, and he sunning himself on a leaf?
If I throw a pebble, Marco Polo, he will dive, and he is such a clumsy diver, Marco Polo!" "But you must listen, Golden Bells, and believe me." "I do believe, Marco Polo; I honestly do.

Don't you know I believe you?
Anything you say, Marco Polo, I believe.

You wouldn't be coming all the way over the world to be telling me a lie.

Of course I believe." "And doesn't it make you happy, Golden Bells ?" "Once I was unhappy, Marco Polo.

I used sit here, and on my lute I used play the 'Song of the Willow Branches,' which is the saddest song in the world.