She Went Round And Asked Subscriptions For The Heathen Black Egyptians And The Terra Del Fuegians, She Did; For The Tribes Round Athabasca, And The Men Of Madagascar, And The Poor Souls Of Alaska, So She Did; She Longed, She Said, To Buy Jelly, Cake, And Jam, And Pie, For The Anthropophagi, So She Did. Her Heart Ached For The Australians And The Borriobooli-Ghalians, And The Poor Dear Amahagger, Yes, It Did; And She Loved The Black Numidian, And The Ebon Abyssinian, And The Charcoal-Coloured Guinean, Oh, She Did! And She Said She'd Cross The Seas With A Ship Of Bread And Cheese For Those Starving Chimpanzees, So She Did. How She Loved The Cold Norwegian And The Poor Half-Melted Feejeean, And The Dear Molucca Islander, She Did: She Sent Tins Of Red Tomato To The Tribes Beyond The Equator, But Her Husband Ate Potato, So He Did; The Poor Helpless, Homeless Thing (My Voice Falters As I Sing) Tied His Clothes Up With A String, Yes, He Did.