34th Chorus

While young boys peek
   In the Hindu temple window
    To grow
      And come
    To A-mer-ri-kay
      And be long silent types
      In the night clerk cage
    Waiting for railroad calls
        And hints from Pakistan
        Beluchistan and Mien Mo
        That Mahatmas
        Havent left the field
          And tinkle bells
          And cobra flutes
          Still haunt our campfires
        In the calm & peaceful
         Night—
            Stars of India


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