mistletoe's come in numbers
not a good sign for flowers
short winter for bear sleep
low water for rivers to keep
rats will multiply like bees
eat all the seeds and berries
tatanka will starve too thin
we'll be in suffering; pain
we'll hunt and dry flesh
tatanka, deers and fish
we keep the fire burning
smokehouse; sweltering
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