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.