Dolly

Her wide-brown feet slap the street
White men wonder at her pace
Slowly she walks to them to greet
They turn away with no grace

Dolly is a Giraween elder true
Her faith is Bahaime, Sky Dancer
Her church is nature blue
When she prays she gets her answer

Hug a tree for it is living
Dig for yams, are fine to eat
She loves all and faith is giving
Widgidee grubs special treat

Her faith is love for every living one
No white man should turn his face
Faith gives her blossoming and sun
For she is love and she is grace