THE PIUTEUnbeautiful is the Piute!Howe'er bedecked with bravery,His person is unsavory—Of soap he's destitute.He multiplies upon the earthIn spite of all admonishing;All censure his astonishingAnd versatile unworth.Upon the Reservation wideWe give for his inhabitingHe goes a-jackass rabbitingTo furnish his inside.The hopper singing in the grassHe seizes with avidity:He loves its tart acidity,And gobbles all that pass.He penetrates the spider's veil,Industriously pillagesThe toads' defenseless villages,And shadows home the snail.He lightly runs to earth the quaintRed worm and, deftly troweling,He makes it with his bowelingFamiliarly acquaint.He tracks the pine-nut to its lair,Surrounds it with celerity,Regards it with asperity—Smiles, and it isn't there!I wish he'd open up a grinOf adequate vivacityAnd carrying capacityTo take his Agent in.
Unbeautiful is the Piute!Howe'er bedecked with bravery,His person is unsavory—Of soap he's destitute.He multiplies upon the earthIn spite of all admonishing;All censure his astonishingAnd versatile unworth.Upon the Reservation wideWe give for his inhabitingHe goes a-jackass rabbitingTo furnish his inside.The hopper singing in the grassHe seizes with avidity:He loves its tart acidity,And gobbles all that pass.He penetrates the spider's veil,Industriously pillagesThe toads' defenseless villages,And shadows home the snail.He lightly runs to earth the quaintRed worm and, deftly troweling,He makes it with his bowelingFamiliarly acquaint.He tracks the pine-nut to its lair,Surrounds it with celerity,Regards it with asperity—Smiles, and it isn't there!I wish he'd open up a grinOf adequate vivacityAnd carrying capacityTo take his Agent in.