The Bear Facts
One day I was walkin' through the woods
Amongst the cool, crisp mountain air
When cold and burley there he stood
Lickin' his chops this hungry bear
I tried so hard to find a tree
And scamper fast, I tried to run
Before his claws took hold of me
The dang thing nipped me in the bum!
And quick I thought to grab a stick
And slap him hard across the nose
I took for brush, the trees were thick
And that is how the story goes
The moral of this tiny tale
Is never walk alone out there
And if I ever hear you wail
Don't count on me if it's a bear!
Copyright © Gayle Rodd | Year Posted 2017
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