As Individual Fingers We Can

When I Was A Boy, The Sioux Owned The World. The Sun Rose And Set On Their Land; They Sent Ten Thousand Men To Battle. Where Are The Warriors Today? Who Slew Them? Where Are Our Lands? Who Owns Them?

If A Man Loses Anything And Goes Back And Looks Carefully For It, He Will Find It.

As Individual Fingers We Can Easily Be Broken, But All Together We Make A Mighty Fist.

He Put In Your Heart Certain Wishes And Plans; In My Heart He Put Other Different Desires.

Strangely Enough, They Have A Mind To Till The Soil, And The Love Of Possessions Is A Disease In Them.