This piece of hardwood, cunningly shaped, 
was curved so evenly while piccaninnies gaped 
at a Warrior who chipped at it with pieces of flint, 
and formed it by meticulous dint upon dint. 
Outside his wurly he sat beside a tree, 
and chipped at it patiently for hours - not for me, 
but to kill the Wallaby in the rocky pass, 
to kill the fat wild Turkey hiding in the grass.