WHEN I can speak Volapuk, Away to India's clime's I'll sneak, And on my adamantine cheek I'll sell a piano to a sheik. I'll sell the French and Dutch, And lease Pianos to the Portuguese; Then I'll drive over and explain The new installment plan to Spain. I'll journey south as far As Cadiz, And sell fair Andalusia's ladies Or I'll exchange; the mandolin I'll take, and put an upright in. I'll hie me then To Baltic strand, And sell Miss Boskovitch a grand; And shovel off old Peter Katzski, Romanoff and Ruffonratsky. Then far to Greenland I will go, And sell the sawed off Esquimaux; I'll eat snow soup and Polar bear, And try and work 'em on a square. Of course by this time I'll have a Cheek as hard as Hecla's lava; I'll travel West, go through Alaska, Drop down and talk with Mrs. Chaska. I'll court the Fijis On their isle, The old chief's daughter I'll beguile, And talk piano by her side While I am waiting to be fried, When I can speak Volapuk. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FALSE POETS AND TRUE; TO WORDSWORTH by THOMAS HOOD THE YOUNG GRAY HEAD by CAROLINE ANNE BOWLES SOUTHEY TO THINK OF TIME by WALT WHITMAN PRAYER by EVGENY ABRAMOVICH BARATYNSKY GRACIE OG MACHREE by JOHN KEEGAN CASEY THE CANTERBURY TALES: PROLOGUE TO SIR THOPAS by GEOFFREY CHAUCER THE GOLF LINKS by SARAH NORCLIFFE CLEGHORN |