I <br /> <br />Behold, my child, the Nordic man, <br />And be as like him, as you can; <br />His legs are long, his mind is slow, <br />His hair is lank and made of tow. <br /> <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />And here we have the Alpine Race: <br />Oh! What a broad and foolish face! <br />His skin is of a dirty yellow. <br />He is a most unpleasant fellow. <br /> <br /> <br />III <br /> <br />The most degraded of them all <br />Mediterranean we call. <br />His hair is crisp, and even curls, <br />And he is saucy with the girls.<br /><br />Hilaire Belloc<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/talking-and-singing-of-the-nordic-man/
