Me, and my Brother hiking.

Me, and my Brother might find a turtle.

We'll just have some fun.

Me, and my Brother playing with our dog;

two mighty men with a wolf,

who drinks from the gulf.

Cool, calm water will bring back our voice to Mother.

I fell down in a creek bed.

Brother wept.

In his face I met fear;

that I could die right there.

But I climbed right out.

Now I've grown bold, and lonely.

I should have stayed with dear Brother at home,

But we grew up old