Traditions
Big Chief Red Cloud
Man of no little fame
Advising the Paleface
How a child got its name.
It is given by a mother
From the first thing they see
After giving birth and
First leaving their teepee
For my own mother
What caught her eye
Was a beautiful sunset
And the colour of the sky
Over there Is my daughter
Little White Fawn
From a deer and her calf
Seen that very first dawn.
Sometimes of course
Tradition can be irritating
Sat by her side is my son
Two Dogs Copulating.
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