Crazyhorse they say was always different Many children cry when they are born but not Crazyhorse He studied the world with serious eyes Look at our son his mother said How brave he is See how curly his hair is said his father Tashunka Witco We will call him Curly said his mother
Seasons passed The boy named Curly grew strong and wiry but would never be tall Though small Curly was a leader When others spoke he was quiet When others hesitated he acted Follow me he would say and the other boys would follow A Lakota boy could go wherever he wanted and Curly wanted to go everywhere He led his friends to swim in the river and ride far over the plains They followed him up the highest cliffs where eagles nested Be brave he told them If we're brave we can help our people
