Kaw-Liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door He fell in love with an Indian maid over in the antique store Kaw-Liga just stood there and never let it show So she couldn't never answer "Yes" or "No" He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd talk Kaw-Liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign Because his heart was made of knotty pine ...
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