Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

A Child's Garden of Verses. 28. Foreign Children

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 turtles 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 beyond 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?

1. I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Requiem
3. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 22. I HAVE trod the upward and the downward slope
4. To Charles Baxter
5. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 18. THE stormy evening closes now in vain

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