Hut one, hut two, pay attention, if you please;
Stopping on a dime to exchange some pleasantries.
She’ll be comin’ round the mountain with her cattle,
Setting up her figures, representin’ ancient battle.
Finding to her right, a comfortable companion,
To stroll on journeys down into the deepest canyon.
They step in sync together, with barely any thought;
Rhythmic footfalls learned, though they’ve not been taught.
Jealousy will strike between their beneficial throes;
After many years alone, they end up friends, not foes.