Me-um thinkum Crockajawea chapped from loincloth. Dance around lodge pole too long. 1/1024th of summer day.
No smokeum peace pipe. Chief Running Mouth talkum soon about sexism.
Me-um plug-em ears. Sound-em like every braves first squaw.
Princess Gray Beaver say “From where sun now stand me no seekum to be Big Chief in Big White Teepee no more. Forever.’’
lol