Rhymes of a Rolling Stone

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."