Great Bear - Make Their Jaws Drop

Two little Indians alone in their tent; One to the other a message he sent. I'm only but eight but I know the score; To earn my true name a bear slain before. Out to the forest before the sunrise, My bow and arrows my only disguise. When I come upon that dreaded vile bear, I will slay him down with arrows to spare. If I encounter his evil red eyes, I'll be last person he sees, fore' he dies. My name will be Great Bear, one whom I'd slain; Thunder then started, was starting to rain. Crashes of thunder, great flashes of white; Really so beat, let me sleep thru the night. Allow me sleep the sound sleep of the brave, Knowing full well my very best I gave.