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Native Americans
The still air is broken by a distant shout,
Watch out now Steven there's Red Indians about.
Your bright eyes widen in the sunny glow,
Quickly now Steven lets make you a bow.
Carefully through the trees we tramp,
Quitely now Steven there's the Indain camp.
But you are not scared, your chest is full of pride,
Now Daddy has made you a bow you don't have to hide.
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Mark West
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