THE CHIPMUNK
Strolling in the city garden
Where the gardens touched the woodlands
(Always with new eyes beholding
Men and beasts and birds and flowers
In your land, so fair and friendly,
In America so wondrous);
Suddenly I spy, careering,
Tail in air, alert, observant,
Glittering with black-beady eyeballs
On the rail-edge, like rope-dancer,
Some small beast not known in England.
"What is that?" I said, inquiring,
"Can it be Longfellow's squirrel,
Hiawatha's Adjidaumo?"
"Say! and don't you really know him?"
Laughingly replied my comrade,
