Foreign Children

You have seen the scarlet trees

And the lions over seas;

You have eaten ostrich eggs,

And turned the turtle 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 upon the foam,

But I am safe and live at home.

Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,

Little frosty Eskimo,

Little Turk or Japanee,

Oh! don't you wish that you were me?