hunters come to kill the bear,

do you see her hiding there?

the dogs are barking down below

the guns are aimed to bring her low

the air is thick with scents and smells

of spit and beer

of sweat and fear

the bear is casting out some spells,

one reaches us over the whistling breeze

we find our way through the rustling trees:

the hunters see us coming along

we’re singing our bear protection song

out of the woods with sword and bow

it’s time for the hunters to pack up and go!!

hunters find they do not dare,

to shoot the bear while we are there . . . . . . .


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