By the shores of Lake McGimsey, By the
shores of Big-Pond-Waters,
At the doorway of their wigwam,
In the pleasant springtime morning
Two brave warriors stood and waited.
Mocolaté was the eldest; Strong of
body and of odor.
Enarétan was the younger; Good with
bow, an able hunter.
Both knew well the calls of nature,
Songs of birds and tracks of prey.
Their hunting skills were known
throughout The nation of Bullhokey tribesmen.
Now the eldest, Mocolaté Cried aloud
and spoke he this way,
"The day is new and we shall see
it Bring us luck upon our hunting."
Enarétan joined his chorus,
"Our village is in need of breakfast.
We will feed them; this out
mission."
Mocolaté and Enarétan Journeyed
southward from the shoreline,
Following the trails of Sheha, Into
woods by Lake McGimsey,
Into woods by Big-Pond-Waters.
Soon their eyes crossed tracks they
knew not.
So they crouched to make a recon.
"These are from the squirrel,
Adjidaumo!"
"No! They’re from the pheasant, Bena."
Mocolaté head bent forward Named the
tracks as those of Roebuck.
Younger warrior also scanning Said the
tracks were those of Great Bear.
As the two great warriors argued Nature
soon revealed the answer
As the tracks the two had pondered Were
retraced by Locomotive.
Here ends the tale of Mocolaté, And
the younger Enarétan.
Near the shores of Lake McGimsey, Near
the shores of Big-Pond-Water,
Runs the train of Santa Fe.
