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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,

Tan-faced, prairie boy of ten;