The Chief Of The Chickasaws Is In

The Chief Of The Chickasaws Is In

The chief of the Chickasaws is in

And Christopher Columbus out,

While if you’ll listen I’ll begin

Explaining what it’s all about.

For even though Columbus sailed

Across the ocean to this shore

The good man evidently failed

To do much other than explore;

In other words, Columbus ain’t

A person we should look up to

Although he was the patron saint

Of all discovering what’s new.

Columbus being white, you know,

And not of color, has to be

Of no import—that, even though,

He made a great discovery,

Since, if he’d been indigenous,

And hadn’t come from overseas

None would’ve died of syphilis,

The French venereal disease…

Columbus didn’t stumble on

This continent by some mistake,

In search of China though he’d gone

His voyage history would make,

And what I want to know is where

Would we all be if he stayed put,

And did not come from over there,

Upon this shore to set his foot?

I’ve naught against the Chickasaws,

But all the same what did they do

To take three ships and sail across

The sea in Fourteen ninety-two?