Picking up a little Chinese, the conversation kind,
Not so simple for my old and ancient mind.
They have words and you can learn them by the pound,
But reflections of the stresses make me go around and round.
And writing the symbols is a complex matter,
Three thousand required to read newspaper data.
A squiggle here and a slanted line there,
Nothing looks easy and I have pulled out my hair.
Ni Hai Ma, is the first thing I learned to say,
It means have a good morning on this particular day.
I am urged to forget it as it is not as easy as pie,
But I am stubborn as the day is long, my curse, sigh