Tattered and torn like tumbleweed I take what I want from the land with greed..my strength is strong as I surge and flow..for I am the seminole winds that blow..Stealing and pilfering everything in sight..amidst my boisterous battle of blight..destruction and doom is my delight, blow seminole blow

I can cause chaos betwixt my cringe..with whining, wailing, weary, whinge, beggar’s belief will be my binge.. blow seminole blow.. Seas shall swell and hills will howl from my gasping, grunting growl, swooping thru the night like a nocturnal Owl..come seminole and go..subtly silenced or fierce with force without regrets nor no remorse..I shall spill ocean’s watercourse.. blow seminole blow