My man, more than anything, must be one
Who'll know how to make fire with sticks and stones,
Who'll hunt fish and fouls with bows and
arrows
And who'll know where to find edible roots and fruits.
He'll know where to dig for water in summer,
And shelter me and the child from predators.
Which is a mirage and which is an oasis,
He'll know when we are lost in Amazon.
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