A poem.

The still air is broken by a distant shout,

So watch out Steven there’s indians about,

Your bright eye’s widen in a sunny glow,

Quickly now Steven lets make you a bow,

So carefully through the tree’s we tramp,

Quitely now Steven there’s an indian camp,

But your not scared your chest is full of pride,

Now Daddy’s made you a bow you don’t have to hide.

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