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 Won't my mom-my shiver and shake?

I'm taking home a baby rattle-snake

Rattle, rattle, rattle, oh! He bit me!

Catch a baby dinosaur

sung: I'm taking home a baby dino-saur

Won't my mom-my throw him out the door?

I'm taking home a baby dino-saur

Crunchy, crunchy, crunchy, oh! He ate me!

(make up other verses)

"" (older)

We are the redmen tall and quaint (arms folded across chest)

(make feathers with fingers on top of head, touch face for warpaint)

We come home from fighting afar (shade eyes with hand)

Greeted by our long-nosed squaw (make motion of long, curving nose)

Chorus: Pow-wow, Pow-wow

We're the men of the old dung cow

For we are the redmen

Feathers-in-our-head men

Down among the dead men

Ugh, pow-wow.

We can fight with sticks and stones (hit air with closed hands)

Bows and arrows (pantomime pulling back bow)

Bricks and bones (hit air with closed hands)

Chorus.

 "" (middle, older) Good action song.

Indians are high-minded (put one hand on top of the other, raise one, lower one)

Bless my soul they're double-jointed (fold hands, touch elbows)

They climb trees and they don't mind it (shake head "no")

All day long. (Make circular motion with both hands)

