In a corner of the world,
where wolves always howled.
There lived a barbaric tribe,
which never heard of bribe.
It hunted with aggressive pride,
all that they found on their side.
They wore ornaments of bones,
and held weapons of stones.
The tribesmen spoke using their fingers,
and sniffed along, to spot strangers.
But one man stood forever in dark,
and all that he had was a great heart.
He guided the hunters in night,
and taught the children to fight.
His mimics attracted the prey,
and the tribesmen gave him a pray.
He picked even the slightest of the vibration,
and led the fellow tribals through tradition.
Stood in the front as a brave wiseman,
portraying as a simple tribeman.