Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow, <br />Little frosty Eskimo, <br />Little Turk or Japanee, <br />Oh! don't you wish that you were me? <br /> <br />You have seen the scarlet trees <br />And the lions over seas; <br />You have eaten ostrich eggs, <br />And turned the turtle off their legs. <br /> <br />Such a life is very fine, <br />But it's not so nice as mine: <br />You must often as you trod, <br />Have wearied NOT to be abroad. <br /> <br />You have curious things to eat, <br />I am fed on proper meat; <br />You must dwell upon the foam, <br />But I am safe and live at home. <br />Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, <br />Little frosty Eskimo, <br />Little Turk or Japanee, <br />Oh! don't you wish that you were me?<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/foreign-children/
