I would build my house of crystal
With a solitary friend
Where the cold cracks like a pistol
And the needle stands on end.
We would pour oil on the ingle
And for want of books recite.
We would crawl out filing single
To observe the Northern Light.
If Etookashoo and Couldlooktoo
The Esquimaux should call,
There would be fish raw and cooked too
And enough drink oil for all.
As one rankly warm insider
To another I would say,
We can rest assured on eider
There will come another day.