He looked across the swirling, turbid water

his White Dove stood there, on the other shore

this lovely, young and moonlit chieftain's daughter

a pity that their tribes were now at war.

He couldn't swim across and felt self-loathing

and wished that he had taught himself to swim

but then he saw her strip off all her clothing

and dive into the water straight at him.

He dove in too - don't ever call him coward

and splashed out till her ruby lips he found

then as they kissed the current overpowered

they both went to the happy hunting ground.

He should have looked upstream - dumb Running Bear

last month they built a brand-new bridge up there.