Classic Poem

Jest a worthless blanket Injun,
With the turquoise in his ears —
Jest a-loafin' round the trader's,
'Stead of herdin' sheep or steers;
Not a thing to cause him worry,
Not a care to give him pain —
Just a worthless blanket Injun
With no thought for earthly gain.

Jest a worthless blanket Injun,
Blinkin' lazy in the sun;
Smokin' cigarettes past number,
While the precious hours run;
Never seen a railroad engine,
Never wants to, it would seem —
Rather roll up in his blanket
And jest watch the blaze and dream.

Jest a worthless blanket Injun —
Scorns a bid for honest work;
Rather jog off on his pony —
He's the reservation shirk;
Jest a worthless blanket Injun;
Never does a tap — and won't —
But I envy him, in secret,
Dash me, partner, if I don't!