Unbeautiful is the Piute!
    Howe'er bedecked with bravery,
    His person is unsavory—
  Of soap he's destitute.

  He multiplies upon the earth
    In spite of all admonishing;
    All censure his astonishing
  And versatile unworth.

  Upon the Reservation wide
    We give for his inhabiting
    He goes a-jackass rabbiting
  To furnish his inside.

  The hopper singing in the grass
    He seizes with avidity:
    He loves its tart acidity,
  And gobbles all that pass.

  He penetrates the spider's veil,
    Industriously pillages
    The toads' defenseless villages,
  And shadows home the snail.

  He lightly runs to earth the quaint
    Red worm and, deftly troweling,
    He makes it with his boweling
  Familiarly acquaint.

  He tracks the pine-nut to its lair,
    Surrounds it with celerity,
    Regards it with asperity—
  Smiles, and it isn't there!

  I wish he'd open up a grin
    Of adequate vivacity
    And carrying capacity
  To take his Agent in.