SHALL I tell you a few of the things I know Of a very exceptional Eskimo? The tale I shall ask you to take on trust, For strange things happen and always must, And some of the strangest ever known Occur far up in the Arctic Zone. In the Arctic Zone by the Great North Pole Lives this Eskimo, in a scooped-out hole In a great snow-bank that is mountain-high— If you reached the top you could touch the sky!— But his clothes he views with a greater pride, They are all white fur, with the fur inside. When he wishes his friends to come to dine He calls them up on the Polar Line To say, "Please come at the hour of two And partake of a dish of sealskin stew, With codfish oil and a water-ice And a blubber-pudding that's @3very@1 nice!" When he goes to ride, he starts his sleigh And never stops for a whole long day— Lickety-whiz-z-z! Down a slope of white! And a reindeer carries him back at night, While the polar bears from his path he warns By blowing one of the reindeer's horns! When he goes to bed it is not enough To hide his nose in a bearksin muff, But his ears he wraps, if it's very cold, In a feather-bed, and I have been told That he toasts his head—for it really seems, If he didn't, the cold might @3freeze his dreams!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: IMANUEL EHRENHARDT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE VILLAGE ATHEIST by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG SPIRITUAL ISOLATION: A FRAGMENT by ISAAC ROSENBERG TO W.P.: 1 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |