There lived a powerful chief who was very suitable,

With a daughter so young and beautiful.

He caught the sun and moon,

And hung them in his house at noon.

Darkness covered the Earth everywhere,

No fishing or hunting which was barely fair.

For firewood they crawl,

With a taste they can’t recall.

Then came the devious black bird,

The sun was stolen he heard.

Asking came no success,

He devised a plan to end the distress.

The daughter goes to stream to drink,

Raven hid and waited on the brink.

Jumping into the water as a fingerling,

He swam into the cup where he stayed lingering.

Daughter drank the water and Raven,

He then turned into a baby in the haven.

Baby boy grew fast and full of joy,

He soon became a young boy.

The chief grew fond of the boy without trying,

And one day the boy started crying.

His grandfather asked why,

Boy pointed to the sun and moon up high.

Chief letting Raven play unaware,

He went outside and threw them in the air.

Raven became himself and free,

And light came to be.