human
Now, what shall we do To spoil the beauty of Michiky Moo?
gpt
We'll lure her away to the mountain top, And there her head we will neatly chop.
human
We'll wile her away to the forest's heart, And shoot her down with a poisoned dart.
gpt
We'll lead her away to the river-side, And there she shall be the Manito's bride.
human
Oh! one of these things we will surely do, And we'll spoil the beauty of Michiky Moo.
gpt
Michiky Moo, thou Cherokee Pie, Away with me to the mountain high!
human
Nay, my sister, I will not roam. I'm safer and happier here at home.
gpt
Michiky Moo, thou Savory Tart, Away with me to the forest's heart!
human
Nay! my sister, I will not go; I fear the dart of some hidden foe.
gpt
Michiky Moo, old Whittlesey's pride, Away with me to the river-side!
human
Nay! my sister, for fear I fall! And wouldst thou come if thou heardst me call?
gpt
Now choose thee, choose thee thy way of death! For soon thou shalt draw thy latest breath! We all have sworn that this day we'll see The last, proud Michiky Moo, of thee! Whittlesey Whanko, hidden near, Each and all of these words did hear. He summoned his braves, all painted for war, And gave them in charge each guilty squaw:
human
Take Wah-wah-bocky, the Blue-nosed Goose; Take Ching-gach-gocky, the Capering Moose; Take Peeksy Wiggin, and Squaw-pan too, And leave me alone with my Michiky Moo. This one away to the mountain top, And there her head ye shall neatly chop; This one away to the forest's heart, And shoot her down with a poisoned dart; This one away to the river-side, And there she shall be the Manito's bride; Away with them all, the woodlands through! For I'll have no squaw save Michiky Moo. Away went the braves, without question or pause, And they soon put an end to the guilty squaws. They pleasantly smiled when the deed was done, Saying,
gpt
Ping-ko-chanky! oh! isn't it fun!