When four o' five handshakes where worth more than gold
Yer word, wuz yer word and that iz where you hold
Where Grizz wandered prairie
Cougar one swail over, steppin wary
Fire wuz feared, however still a friend
She replenished all, in the end
When White and Red wood sit and smoke
Smile, laugh and harmlessly joke
Share and trade--backy, truk, hide and pelt
Simplee needed--flour, salt, shot and felt
When Tatanka roamed, unfenced
Wyld and free, unapprehenced
Revered by all--hoof, tail, brain and horn
Bellies full, shelters built and hides worn
Europeans decended upon this land
Much haz gon. Why bother t' shake his hand
Near all iz lost, cut here, dig there
Gosh, when wuz the last tyme you saw a Bear
Generations R new, this and that for me and you
Taste by sight, see by night
View by touch, smell by sense
Do it now, eye say, befor your...
...Days gone
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