Or like a bloomin' fancy ball;
There's somethin' every way you look,
An' me—young me—I seen it all.
I know about them "dark bazaars"—
An' dark they is—I know them skies,
An' suns an' moons an' silver stars
An' 'ummin'-birds an' fiery-flies.
I seen the palms an' parrokeets,
I've 'eard the jackals in the night,
I've ate them beas'ly Injian sweets