And parasols of straw where hats should be,
Go to the land of slaves and palankeening,
And think of me!
Go to the land of jungles and of vast hills,
And tall bamboos—may none bamboozle thee!
Go gaze upon their elephants and castles,
And think of me!
Go where a cook must always be a currier,
And parch the peppered palate like a pea,
Go where the fierce mosquito is a worrier,