Classic Poem

Through the street as I trot when the weather is hot,
Then I envy the lot of a Hottentot tot,
For he lies in the shade of a glade just arrayed
In the very same costume in which he was made.
— I'd be pinched on the spot
— If I so far forgot
— As to copy the style of
— The Hottentot tot.

Oh, the Hottentot tot, though you like him or not,
In his tropical grot he can teach us a lot;
For he cares not who stares at the costume he wears,
For his neighbors are natives and tigers and bears;
— And they do not care what
— He is wearing. The lot
— Are all dressed up the same as
— The Hottentot tot.