A doggerel series
about the countries of the world.
Samoa.
I read that book by Margaret Mead—
About Samoan life.
(It seems that her research was … off—
And caused a bit of strife.)
This group of Polynesian isles
Shows splendid natural sights—
And are there times more pleasant than
Those Polynesian nights?
Jack London sailed there on the Snark
On his truncated trip
Around the world: His health was poor
His hopes gave him the slip.
And Treasure Island’s author lived
And died—Samoan soil.
Yes, Robert Louis Stevenson,
Whose literary toil
Produced, yes, Treasure Island and
So many treasured books
That all deserve not only first
But many second looks.
It’s got some animals out there—
Some strange ones: flying fox!
And geckos running here and there,
Escaped from Geico’s box!
But Samoa is a place I wish
I’d traveled to before,
For now as age and health decline?
Quoth Raven: “Nevermore.”
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