One friend of mine was very swift
I call him Running Brave.
He ran and ran and ran and ran
and ran day after day.

He ran when he was angry.
He ran when he was sad.
He ran when he was sorry.
He ran when he was glad.

Running Brave had a friend;
His name was Squatting Dog.
They ran when it was sunny.
They ran when there was fog.

Running Brave and Squatting Dog
were the best of friends.
They ran away together;
That's where my story ends.