The Bear


The other day

I met a bear

A great big bear,

A way out there.


He looked at me

I looked at him

He sized up me

I sized up him.


He said to me,

"Why don't you run?

'Cause I can see

You have no gun."


And so I ran,

Away from there

But right behind

Me was that bear.


Ahead of me

There was a tree

A great big tree

Oh glory me!


The lowest branch

Was ten feet up

I had to jump

And trust my luck


And so I jumped

Into the air

But I missed that branch

Away up there.


Now don't you fret

Now don't you frown

'Cause I caught that branch

On the way back down.


That's all there is

There ain't no more

Unless I meet

That bear once more.


Next time I saw

That great big bear

He was a rug

On the bathroom floor