I never met an eskimo,
Who suffered from cold feet,
Or chose a Big Mac burger,
Instead of walrus meat.

Now dressed in Nike and Adidas,
A memory reccurs,
He looked so much more Eskimo,
Resplendant in his furs.

And so in winters icy blast,
When summers sun has set,
He learns his ancient culture,
Plugged in to Internet.

William Calderwood Wallace

(C)2001 William Wallace