Little Minds Everywhere the Same

When I walked in America
In my ample robes of a philosopher
Little dogs barked at me
And rude street-boys
Called me Lane Bryant,
Which is, apparently,
The name of an American mandarin.
Even so, when Prominent Americans
Visiting China
Go hurrying about in their tubular trousers
Little dogs bark with anguish.
Thus do petty minds in all lands
Confronted by the unusual
Show their distress.
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