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NDER green mango boughs They pitch my little house; Earth is the floor at my feet, My walls are a canvas fold To screen me from the heat And to keep me from the cold. Free from taxes and rents, I am a dweller in tents,

Under the open sky My simple stables lie— Leaves and the sky are the roof Whereunder my ponies chew, Fidget, and paw the hoof All the warm day through, They have thick wadded coats for night, Looking like armadilloes! How they sleep till the morning light With straw for their beds and pillows.