O I'm an Indian dancing man; I dance as only Indians can. I dance the wild and wicked war dance; I dance the fierce and furious fire dance; I dance the sly and subtle snake dance; I dance the ghastly, gruesome scalp dance. But when the marching warriors come A-marching home to beating drum, I dance the glad and grateful peace dance; I dance the rich and ripened corn dance; I dance the pure and precious rain dance; I dance the solemn, sacred Sun Dance. Who would not be a dancing man, And dance as only Indians can! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST LEAF by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES THE MOWER'S SONG by ANDREW MARVELL THE WHITE HOUSE by CLAUDE MCKAY GREATER LOVE by ANTIPATER OF SIDON BACCHANALIA; OR, THE NEW AGE by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE INNOCENT MAGICIAN; OR, A CHARM AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |