And shewed the land and shewed,
Then eyed and eyed that paunchy chap,
And pulled his chin and chewed.
“What do you want?” A face grew red,
And red chop whiskers redder grew.
“I want the earth,” the Ussian said,
“And all Alaska, too.
“My stars swim up yon seas of blue;
No Shind am I, Boer, Turk or Russ.
I am an Ussian—Ussian true;