It flew freely in air or water
Dying swiftly by a boy's hand
Its heart lost in the boy's stomach
A life of promise began
Eloquence now served him well
He united villages and bands
Gaining fame, fortune, and acclaim
His name heard in many lands
Yet enemies were gained too
Vowing no longer would he stand
They killed him quietly in the night
Buried his body under sand
Nobody ever knew what happened
To that important man
But one ouzel knows
As it was all part of his vicious plan

Author's Note

One an ouzel is a water bird that can sort of fly into water & two the poem is from an idea I found in Ainu mythology.