The Arapahos are a friendly bunch
They often invite me for lunch
Their little ones sit on my knee
And I teach them of History
They sat with eyes ablaze
And stared up into space
Little Dahana said, Tell us all the story
Of how the Moon came into glory
Well, son, I said, There was an empty space in the night
The sky was dark, the little ones were afright
Were the stars there? asked one named Cochise
Yes, but their light was not enough to please
Then how did the moon get up in the sky?
Elina, a fast-knitting gal, said she’d give it a try
We brought her much rope, and bright shiny paint
And a huge balloon that we all did inflate
She tied the rope to the edge of the sphere
And flung it into space, from this spot here
You speak with forked tongue, said one called Elan
Now tell us the truth, as fast as you can
Sons, you’re too wise for me, I stated
Your curiosity has me elated
Only one Being can make a moon
The one that brings to your hearts a tune
The Great Spirit, God, who is your Lord
Who gives you all things, because you’re adored
