Having just had my first child/baby, my wife put this poem to my attention. She was introduced to it in her high school years.
It is an African take on Europeans in their early encounters.
I think it personifies strangeness of Europeans in babies.
Brilliant and short poem – enjoy!

A baby is a European
he does not eat our food:
He drinks from his own water pot

A baby is a European
He does not speak our tongue:
He is cross when his mother understands him not.

A baby is a European
He cares little for others:
he forces his will on his parents.

A baby is a European
He is always very sensitive:
The slightest scratch on his skin results in an ulcer

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