Injun Summer Part One Poem by Tom Billsborough

It's another happy jaunt for our little Injun tribe,
With loud, excited shouts and boasting wide
As the swirling river Ribble, brown as sin
As we march towards the bridge where we begin
Our brave invasion of the enemy's domain,
Shaking fist at imagined foes who still remain
Hidden from our view across the waters,
Clearly too scared of us, these Southern strangers!
Oh, we are well prepared for any such attack
With stout sticks and fist. So keep your distance, Jack.
We carry all we need to make our day
To celebrate the start of a Summer's holiday.
A wigwam, which is mine, with pegs and poles,
Sweets and nuts and pop to fill our souls,
And most of all the flour to make our dampers.
That's all we need to make us happy campers.