They brought the mighty chief to town; <br />They showed him strange, unwonted sights; <br />Yet as he wandered up and down, <br />He seemed to scorn their vain delights. <br />His face was grim, his eye lacked fire, <br />As one who mourns a glory dead; <br />And when they sought his heart's desire: <br />"Me like'um tooth same gold," he said. <br /> <br />A dental place they quickly found. <br />He neither moaned nor moved his head. <br />They pulled his teeth so white and sound; <br />They put in teeth of gold instead. <br />Oh, never saw I man so gay! <br />His very being seemed to swell: <br />"Ha! ha!" he cried, "Now Injun say <br />Me heap big chief, me look like hell."<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ambition-3/
