The Wild Frontier

Once upon a time in the wild frontier, a white boy had a run-in

With an Indian boy—yes, the real McCoy—who was just taking the sun in

Their eyes did meet from across a shallow creek, both boys sans of cunning

Just two young lads, little versions of their dads, the moment was… just stunning

Then the white boy lifted up his hand to express a greeting

And the Indian kid did like the white kid to accept their meeting

But then a shot rang out from the white boy's Pa and the Indian fell a'bleeding

In the grass by the creek in the late summer heat until his heartbeat stopped its beating

Now, hear the rum pum pums from the tom tom drums—the Indians are coming

Then the bum bum bums from the cowboy guns—the white men are a'gunning