We Are The Red Men

We are the red men, tall and quaint,

In our feathers and war paint.

Pow-wow! Pow-wow!

We’re the men of the Old Dun Cow,

All of us are red men.

Feathers in our head men, down among the dead men,

Pow-wow!

We can fight with sticks and stones,

Bows and arrows, bricks and bones, etc.

When we come home from fights and wars,

We are greeted by our long-nosed squaws, etc.