Foreign Children

Rating: 3.4

Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
Little Turk or Japanee,
Oh! don't you wish that you were me?

You have seen the scarlet trees
And the lions over seas;
You have eaten ostrich eggs,
And turned the turtle off their legs.

Such a life is very fine,
But it's not so nice as mine:
You must often as you trod,
Have wearied NOT to be abroad.

You have curious things to eat,
I am fed on proper meat;
You must dwell upon the foam,
But I am safe and live at home.
Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
Little Turk or Japanee,
Oh! don't you wish that you were me?

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Elle O''Keeffe, PhD 18 August 2019

Disgraceful garbage of a racist poem

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Amy Fisher 18 August 2019

Isn’t there anyone else on the entire planet who sees this poem as racist?

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Ratnakar Mandlik 31 March 2016

A beautifully conceived song for children. Thanks for sharing.

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