Little Hiawatha

Down the stream

and through the canyon,

down the rushing Tahquamenon,

sailing through

its bends and windings,

sailing through

its deeps and shadows,

came the littIe Hiawatha --

came in his canoe

of birch bark,

came in his canoe,

the Cheemaun,

to the falls

of Minnehaha

And the birds sang 'round him,

o'er him sang the bluebird,

sang the robin,

"Do not shoot us, Hiawatha"

Down the rapids in the river,

down the stream went Hiawatha

Though a whirlpool in the water

whirled the birch canoe

in circles

'round and 'round

in gurgling eddies,

still the little Hiawatha

bravely paddlIed on undaunted

for he'd come

to hunt the red deer,

hunt the rabbit,

the Wabasso,

hunt the squirreI,

the Adjiduamo,

hunt the great bear,

Mishe-Mokwa

Fearless was this

mighty warrior,

skilled in all

the craft of hunters

Sure of foot was Hiawatha

So it was that Hiawatha came

to end his day of hunting

And the beaver

called him brother,

helped him as he

journeyed homeward,

while the rabbit

and the red squirrel

and the littIe deer

that watched him

watched him as

a friend departing

Mighty hunter Hiawatha,

mighty warrior Hiawatha,

mighty chieftain Hiawatha,

mighty little Hiawatha

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