Oh Fachumonn, Falcons

From the whispering pines to the almighty forest, there stands a greater task. The owls do sing, brave and fearful, oh the fox goes, to the tundra lands. It doesn´t know yet. What appears in the north, stays there. Many greet you, many shake, oh the Seagulls do sing, brave and fearful, and the bear goes, to the southern lands. What it doesn´t know, is that it is in the know, by the greater Fachu populace, it scurries up north. Oh do the Kami Falcons sing, this land, their protectorate, they know. The northern Prairies sing, oh why don´t you come here, to the owls, the fox, the seagulls, the bear. Not the Falcon. Oh north, why can´t you come south, the falcons say, the others don´t respond. The Falcon is just built much say. - an old tale from Fachumonn