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He soon leaped up, however, and sang a song about the first fellow, something about a fellow who could not make good arrows. - (Beasts of Gor, Chapter 20, Sentence #55)

The next song dealt with a rascal who, supposedly hunting for tabuk, lay down and rubbed his boots on a rock, later returning to his companions with a report of luckless hunting, indicating his worn boots as evidence of his lengthy trekking. From the looks cast about the room I gathered the rascal might even be present. One fellow, at least, seemed quite embarrassed. He soon leaped up, however, and sang a song about the first fellow, something about a fellow who could not make good arrows. Two women sang after this, the first one about gathering birds' eggs when she was a little girl, and the other one about her joy in seeing the face of a relative whom she had not seen in more than two years. It is rather commendable, I think, that the red hunters make up songs. They are not as critical as many other people. - (Beasts of Gor)