User blog comment:PlantyThePottedPlant/Random Topic Blogging III: Blog Harder/@comment-1659929-20140905071816/@comment-1659929-20140905213752

I was sing ing Kaw Liga.

Basicallya song about wooden indians. Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere. His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair. Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show, So she could never answer "yes" or "no."

And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid, And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed. Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be, And wishes he was still an old pine tree.