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Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! LITTLE INDIAN THIEK OR CROW LITTLE FROSTY ESKIMO LITTLE TURKER JAPANESE OH
ght and quiet, And content with simple diet; And remain, through all bewild'ring, Innocent and honest children. Happy hearts and happy faces, Happy play in grassy places— That was how, in ancient ages, Children grew to kings and sages. [Pg 33] But the unkind and the unruly, And the sort who eat unduly, They must never hope for glory— Theirs is quite a different story! Cruel children, crying babies, All grew up as geese and gabies, Hated, as their age increases, By their nephews and their nieces. [Pg 34] FOREIGN CHILDREN Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you wish that you were me? You have seen the scarlet trees And the lions over seas; You have eaten ostrich eggs, And turned the turtles off their legs. Such a life is very fine, But it's not so nice as mine: You must often, as you trod, Have wearied not to be abroad. You have curious things to eat, I am fed on proper meat; You must dwell beyond the foam, But I am safe and live at home. AND STATELY YOU MUST TRY TO WALK SEDATELY YOU MUST STILL BE BRIGHT AND QUIET I'M CONTENT WITH SIMPLE DIET I REMAIN THROUGH ALL BEWILDING INNOCENT AND HONEST CHILDREN HAPPY HEARTS HAPPY FACES HAPPY PLAY IN GRASSY PLACES THAT WAS HOW IN ANCIENT AGES CHILDREN GREW TO KIDS AND SAGES WITH UNKIND EMMA AND LULLY AND THE SORT WHO EATEN TIDILY THEY MUST NEVER HOPE FOR GLORY THERE IS THIS QUITE A DIFFERENT STORY CRUEL CHILDREN CRYING BABIES ALL GROUP OF GEESE AND GABIES HATED AT THEIR AGED CREASES BY THEIR NEPHEWS AND THEIR NIECES FOREIGN CHILDREN LITTLE INDIAN FIX SEEKS OR CROW LITTLE FROSTY ESKIMO LITTLE TURK OR JAPANESE OH DON'T YOU WISH THAT YOU WERE ME YOU HAVE SEEN THE SCARLET TREES THE LIONS OVERSEAS YOU HAVE EATEN OSTRICH EGGS AND TURNED THE TURTLES OFF THEIR LEGS SUCH A LIFE IS VERY FINE BUT IT IS NOT AS NICE AS MINE YOU MUST OFTEN AS YOU TROD HAVE WEARIED NOT TO BE ABROAD YOU HAVE CURIOUS THINGS TO EAT I AM FED ON PROPER MEAT YOU MUST DWELL BE ON THE FOAM BUT I AM SAFE AND LIVE AT HOME
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