Classic Poem

I sometimes think I'd like to be
A little Eskimo,
And drive a team of dogs before
My sleigh upon the snow.

Or walk the streets of China, where
Gay lanterns glow at night,
And have a pair of chopsticks and
A pigtail and a kite.

Or if I lived in India
A potter I would be,
And make a row of pots with clay
For everyone to see.

And if I went to Africa
Wild animals I'd track,
Or ride the desert mile on mile
Upon the camel's back.

And Susan says, in blossom-time,
She'd go to far Japan,
And wear a gay-hued kimono
And always use a fan.

But all the same we're very sure,
Although our island's small,
To be an English boy or girl
Is much the best of all.