The Poetry Corner

Ambition

By Robert William Service

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."