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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