At the crest of Ice Cave Mountain
Where the eagles soar on high
There’s a point named for Sam the Tailor
First man in these parts to fly.
Long ago, the cliffs were sacred
To the warlike Minn-i-see-
Who should waltz in- pickin’ berries ?
Sam the Tailor, nat-cher-ly !
Bad move Sam !
Better come up with a plan !
Them Minn’see have designs on you:
They’ll scalp you if they can !
It’s jump, Sam- jump !
Or kiss yer curls goodbye:
They’ll furnish you a new hairdo
Better teach yerself to fly !!
All them Minn’see come a runnin’-
Not a one wuz movin’ slow-
Sam he done jumped off the mountain
Yellin’ : "Hey look out below !!"
An’ I guess he’d still be fallin’
But a frisky mountain breeze
Set him down-jes like a feather
In a handy clump of trees !
" No fair, Sam !"
Cried the angry Minn-i-see
We’d jump down, an’ fetch you back
But it’s almost time fer Tea !"
By the way
We thank you fer this pail;
As fer the berries you done picked
Our bill is in the mail ! "
That is how Hang Gliding started
Back when we wuz ruled by kings--
Nowadays,though, folks are cautious :
They insist on usin' wings !
The Minn-i-see done left the mountains
To run casinos (so they say)
An' they still scalp ol' Sam's descendents
Jest as painfully today !
Roll them dice !
A winner you might be -
But, Paleface you would be the first
In all our history !
Ante up !
If you wanna win this pot :
Pilgrim, let us see some chips
An' we'll take what you got !