"Fiddlesticks!" exclaimed Hsueeh P'an, "do you really fancy that I have
no good ones! Just you listen to what I shall say.

"A girl is glad,
When in the bridal room she lies, with flowery candles burning, and
she is loth to rise at morn."

This sentiment filled one and all with amazement. "How supremely
excellent this line is!" they ejaculated.

"A girl is joyful,"

Hsueeh P'an resumed,

"During the consummation of wedlock."

Upon catching this remark, the party turned their heads away, and
shouted: "Dreadful! Dreadful! But quick sing your song and have done."

Forthwith Hsueeh P'an sang:

"A mosquito buzzes heng, heng, heng!"

Every one was taken by surprise. "What kind of song is this?" they
inquired.

But Hsueeh P'an went on singing:

"Two flies buzz weng, weng, weng."