The Wigwam, by Nellie W. Hale

This one will remind you of days gone by, for those of us who played outdoors and spontaneously without "play dates"

There was a fascinating tent
Where children loved to play
At "Indians" and other things
Most every sunny day.

There were two busy little "squaws"
That in the tent would stay
While all the painted "warrior"
Were fighting far away.

And sometimes there would pass a band
Of hostile Indians by,
Then down the flapping sides would come
As in the tent they'd fly.

And dollies, kitties, puppies, all
Must keep so very still
Until the frightful "enemy"
Had swiftly crossed the hill.

These squaws had a "divining stick"
To throw up on the air;
Whichever way it pointed quick
The warriors were there.

And plainly could they bear them talk
By "wireless telegraph."
And when they learned that they were well,
These merry squaws would laugh.

Now, if you ever pass that way,
Be sure to stop and look
For "Temmymund" and "Watawa"
And little "Chuckskook."