In a village, by the stream,
Lived a boy with a dream.
With boots of buffalo leather,
He'd journey, light as a feather.

Buffalo boots, sturdy and strong,
In the fields, he'd belong.
With each step, a tale to tell,
In the magic of the buffalo spell.

Through the meadows, tall and green,
He'd wander, where the stars are seen.
With his boots, he'd climb so high,
Reaching for the endless sky.

Buffalo boots, sturdy and strong,
In the fields, he'd belong.
With each step, a tale to tell,
In the magic of the buffalo spell.

In the boots, he'd find his way,
Through forests dark and mountains gray.
With every journey, he'd explore,
The wonders of the world, evermore.