From: kmnellist_at_kVJoCAvUvdPV7YR4pD2SbYTeJDSBj0aUR-H4CJsW26B8SlG7RdBx8jbPVn6nqSCbl5
Date: Sat, 1 Nov 2003 14:21:38 EST
We tend our herds and raid for
The good of our great Nation,
But it is fed and watered by mother Eiritha
She calls the rain in winter
The earth brings forth the grass
The breezes and the sunshine,
The skullbush nuts to roast.
She paints the wayside flower
She lights the evening star
The wind and herds obey her
She keeps us free of fleas
Much more to us, her children
She gives us daily cheese.