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Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, / Little frosty Eskimo, / Little Turk or Japanee, / O! 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.