I Got My Visa

I got my visa. My Chinese visa.

I go to China.

I eat the dumplings. The tasty dumplings.

I go to China.

I got my visa. My Chinese visa.

You do not have one.

I have the dumplings. No dumplings for you.

I go to China.

I got my visa. My Chinese visa.

Yay!

(This little ditty is meant to be sung in a childlike taunting fashion in an elevator descending from a passport/visa agency while dancing wildly in the style of Elaine Bennis. Please note that it it best to do so alone, although if security cameras are rolling, one can only hope that the performance does not end up on YouTube.)