Me, and my Brother hiking.
Me, and my Brother might find a turtle.
We'll just have some fun.
Me, and my Brother playing with our dog;
two mighty men with a wolf,
who drinks from the gulf.
Cool, calm water will bring back our voice to Mother.
I fell down in a creek bed.
Brother wept.
In his face I met fear;
that I could die right there.
But I climbed right out.
Now I've grown bold, and lonely.
I should have stayed with dear Brother at home,
But we grew up old
