In the heart of the village, where traditions never fade
A culinary journey, through the flavors of the past displayed
Tribal dishes passed down, through generations of old
A taste of heritage, that never grows cold

Smoked meats and berries, gathered from the land
Stews that simmer, with secrets of the sand
Wild rice and roots, that tell stories untold
Flavors that transport, to a world of old

The aroma of succotash, wafts through the air
A dish of the people, that's beyond compare
The spicy kick, of a tribal stew
A flavor that's fierce, and forever true

In every bite, a story unfolds
Of a people's resilience, and a culture that's bold
A connection to the earth, and the spirits above
A taste of tradition, that's a labor of love