"Injun Summa'" By Hen-toh
It’s hangin’ all ’roun’ on edges of sky?
In moon of failin’ leaves, ’at’s when
It’s always come, an’ jus’ floatin’ by.
You know, my fren’, what’s make it that kin’?
It’s spirits o’ home-sick warriors come;
An’ somewha’s his lodge fires all in line
Jus’ near as could get it to his ol' home.
I think he’s like it, Happy Huntin’ Groun’,
It’s mus’ ta be a nice, eva’thin’ ova’ tha’;
But, mebbe so, fo’ little’ bit, jus’ kin’ a look ’roun’
When year it’s get ol’, an’ days an sky it’s fair,
He’s kin’ a like to wanda’ back ol’ huntin’ groun’.
But don’t want a stay. No, cause it’s all gone,
Beaver, Bear, Buffalo, all; it’s can’t be foun’;
Anyhow, makes good dream fo’ him, ’bout eva’ one.
So he’s come back an’ make it his lodge fire,
All ’roun’ ova’ tha’ on edges of sky;
An’ it’s nice wa’m sun, an’ you don’ get tire,
Cause it’s 0l’ Injun Summa’-time, ’at’s why.