Of old chief who had longer been dead in forest grave.
I felt much sad as shadows of night falling
Went like big lava-lava round the waist of Night
As her big black feet rest on side of moonrise!
Long before stars in sky go indoors of morning,
As god open door and let sun walker out ’gain into sky.
Then I looker at sea and saw old crab out walking:
Creepy up shore it looker me sideway artful.
“I know! I know!” I say to myselfs, “you am no crab that belonger sea,
You am ole chief from Poluto, disguised in crab-case.