Like fruit that's large and ripe and mellow, 
Sweet and luscious is Longfellow, 
Melodious songs he oft did pour, 
And high was his Excelsior. 
He shows us in his psalm of life 
The folly of our selfish strife; 
With Hiawatha we bewail 
His suffering in great Indian tale; 
Indian nation was forlorn 
Till great spirit planted corn.