Near a little lake
grows a big black snake
and it is getting the upper hand
right al through Dakotaland
the Sioux demand
the lights turned out
the Eagle's hunger is growing
strike with thunder
they all pray
kill that monster
of a snake near our lake
and then the eagle
spoke out loud
sharpened her beak and nails
and made her people proud. M
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