Whose Indian is that? I think I
Its owner is quite happy though.
Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry hello.
He gives his Indian a shake,
And laughs until her belly aches.
The only other sound's the break,
Of distant waves and birds awake.
The Indian is Spicy, Hot and
But he has promises to keep,
After cake and lots of sleep.
Sweet dreams come to him cheap.
He rises from his gentle bed,
With thoughts of kittens in his
He eats his jam with lots of
Ready for the day ahead.