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THE PIUTE

Unbeautiful is the Piute! Howe'er bedecked with bravery, His person is unsavory—Of soap he's destitute.He multiplies upon the earth In spite of all admonishing; All censure his astonishingAnd versatile unworth.Upon the Reservation wide We give for his inhabiting He goes a-jackass rabbitingTo furnish his inside.The hopper singing in the grass He seizes with avidity: He loves its tart acidity,And gobbles all that pass.He penetrates the spider's veil, Industriously pillages The toads' defenseless villages,And shadows home the snail.He lightly runs to earth the quaint Red 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 grin Of adequate vivacity And carrying capacityTo take his Agent in.