But Princess Pochahontas Gazed sadly toward the sea. They gave her silk and furbelows. She was only twenty-two. No one can be blamed. But gentle Pocahontas Was a wild thing tamed.
Wild things die In the very finest cages.
And so, at last, they sailed away To settle Massachusetts Bay. As being harried, mocked and spurned in Old England for the faith they burned in. And, as a punishment for sinners, Invented boiled New England dinners. And smuggled aqua-vitae. They hated fun.