Indian Children
by Annette Wynne
Where we walk to school each day
Indian children used to play
All about our native land,
Where the shops and houses stand.
And the trees were very tall,
And the trees were very tall,
And there were no streets at all,
Not a church and not a steeple
Only woods and Indian people.
Only wigwams on the ground,
Only wigwams on the ground,
And at night bears prowling round
What a different place today
Where we live and work and play!
