THE INDIAN RESERVATION

Kit Carson was a German Jew
Married a squaw, had children two
When she died, he married again
Eight more children by a Mexican.
As a youth he had been a run away
At sixteen or seventeen, some would say.
He didn't want a stable life
He wanted excitement, full of strife.
Kit Carson rode across the land
Killed many an Indian by his hand.
Many an Indian tried to kill him
Those were the times, that was the whim.


Kit Carson lived by trapping fir
Many a man had felt that lure.
When the fir trade became so scarce
The trappers went looking for another place.
Many men knew the trails and ways
Of tribes of Indians and where they lay.
Many a man had squaw for wife
And children too, they had brought to life.
All Must live and find a way
The Military was in it's day.
The men had knowledge that it could use
The Indian problem to defuse.


There was the need, a man must provide
Against the tribes they began to ride.
The plan being clear the Indians must die
The plan being clear the Indians would hide.
But men like Carson were cunning and new
They knew how to conquer though being few.
They not only knew where the Indian lived,
They knew exactly where the Indian hid.
They would kill the braves, collect the tribe
To the reservation, dead and alive.
Confined forever from that day on
In that which was known as the Indian Reservation.