The Grizzly

A grizzly isn't really, as bad as he's made out He wanders round the parklands, when no humans are about But there are times of course, we meet him in his home We can't blame him for being there, it is on his land we roam Open up your tent flap, and see the big brown bear Close it quickly zip it up, you must not meet his stare He would not come to campsites, if nothing for him there After he had looked around, he would go elsewhere He has that special odour, you can tell where he has been You sense that he was at your camp, even though not seen That is why statistics, that are often known to lie Can this time tell the Gods own truth, so very few will die So when you stay in National Parks, or even just 'Out There' Leave a pristine place behind you, leave nothing for the bear We can do it safely, out camping in the bush If we just use some common sense, not give our luck a push So there is that big brown bear, sexes named as hogs Does little of the damage, of domesticated dogs But he is big and looks so fierce, he takes a lot of blame Should he vanish then this earth, would never be the same