The Song of Hiawatha

by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

By the wicked Nee-ba-naw-baigs,

By the Spirits of the water!”

So the angry Little People

All conspired against the Strong Man,

All conspired to murder Kwasind,

Yes, to rid the world of Kwasind,

The audacious, overbearing,

Heartless, haughty, dangerous Kwasind!

Now this wondrous strength of Kwasind

In his crown alone was seated;