THE UNION SOLDIERS
He a shaman,
a medicine man,
saw a unity of tribes.
Hiawatha his name.
Find did he fame.
To Heaven crossed the skies
in a magic canoe.
Hiawatha went oaring
but on went warring
with the soldiers in blue.
AMONGST-A-WINGED-COMPANY-SITS-ICARUS?
With his stubborn horse-sense,
tried to fly did he, Icarus.
Wing-wax melting in the sun,
he flew like no Greek-Pegasus.
And so down from the sky he fell.
Amongst the angels he'll fare more well?
PAN-PIPES-AND-MUSIC-WERE-MADE-
OF-LOVELY-NYMPH-SYRINX-FIND
Run from Pan's very-desirous needs.
Run from Pan, towards the reeds
and bullrushes of river or lake.
Run Syrinx, for Zeus's sake !
Change into a clump of reeds do,
Pan will make pipes and music of you !
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