Did you see some Indians passing,
Just a short while back?
Looks as if they must be massing
For a fierce attack!
Buckskin fringes, turkey-feather
Huge head-dresses and
Bows and arrows, altogether
Quite a frightful band!
From the lilac-bushes springing,
See them rushing! Ugh!
Awful war-whoops wildly ringing!
There'll be scalping, too!
In their fearful frenzy leaping,
It is very plain
Soon around us they'll be heaping
Mountains of the slain!
Soon their victims will be falling—
But, above the noise,
Hark! I hear somebody calling,
"Come to dinner, boys!"