Me-um thinkum Crockajawea chapped from loincloth. Dance around lodge pole too long.
No smokeum peace pipe. Chief Running Mouth talkum soon about sexism.
Me-um plug-em ears. Sound-em like every brave’s first squaw.
Me Cherokee princess name of Gray Beaver ... you heap right right about squaw ... me go back to reservation ... me play much with grand papooses ... me watch Democrap war council on magic box ... me wait until pow wow break-em down like deer herd scattered by wolves ... me then throw pledged braves to either Crazy Commie or Brain-Dead-Vice-Chief ... it depend on who make best bribe to squaw ... me want to be on ticket with old farts heap bad ... one of them take-em deal ... me have last Ha Ha when codger go to happy hunting ground ... then me be big chief ... me pander to minorities heap much ... me take fire sticks away from white man ... me destroy country ... then Freeper no more laugh at squaw ... !!
ROFL!
What an image!