Ambition

They brought the mighty chief to town;

They showed him strange, unwonted sights;

Yet as he wandered up and down,

He seemed to scorn their vain delights.

His face was grim, his eye lacked fire,

As one who mourns a glory dead;

And when they sought his heart's desire:

“Me like'um tooth same gold,” he said.

A dental place they quickly found.

He neither moaned nor moved his head.

They pulled his teeth so white and sound;

They put in teeth of gold instead.

Oh, never saw I man so gay!

His very being seemed to swell:

“Ha! ha!” he cried, “Now Injun say

Me heap big chief, ME LOOK LIKE HELL.”