:29:00
hair, breasts...
:29:02
legs, arms,
even the knees.
:29:04
But not one verse
for the poor foot.
:29:08
- Why do you think that is?
- Priorities, I suppose.
:29:12
Did you think
you would make one?
:29:14
Problem is there's nothing
to rhyme it with.
:29:16
- Put.
- It's not a noun.
:29:18
Doesn't matter.
Along he came and he did put...
:29:21
upon my farm his clumsy foot.
:29:29
We should have a story now.
:29:35
When I tell a story
to my nieces at home...
:29:38
one of them always provides
the first sentence.
:29:43
- Anything?
- Absolutely anything.
:29:49
There was a wandering Chinese
named Cheng Huan...
:29:56
living in Limehouse...
:29:59
and a girl named Shirley.
:30:04
Who spoke perfect Chinese...
:30:07
which she learned
from her missionary parents.
:30:11
Cheng Huan lived alone
in a room on Formosa Street...
:30:15
above the Blue Lantern.
:30:19
He sat at his window...
:30:24
and in his poor listening heart...
:30:27
strange echoes
of his home and country--
:30:58
They found them there
the next morning...