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