Classic Poem

If you were an Eskimo baby
You'd live in a bag all day.
Right up from your toes
To the tip of your nose,
All in thick cosy furs tucked away.

And if you went out for an airing
In mother's warm hood you would go,
Tied close to her back,
Like a soft, furry pack,
You could laugh at the cold and the snow.

But if they brought water at bedtime—
As people at home always do—
You'd cough and you'd sneeze,
And perhaps you would freeze,
You would certainly turn very blue!

An Eskimo mummy would rub you
With oil from your heels to your head.
And then you'd be rolled
(For it's terribly cold)
In warm furs, and put safely to bed.

No nice creamy milk for your supper,
But bits of raw blubber and fat!
Would you like to go
To the land of the snow,
Where they have such a bedtime as that?