Grizzly Bear

The grizzly bear was angry,
Her cub had just been shot,
She tried to chase the hunter,
But now he's just a dot.

The sun was now setting,
The sky was blood red,
To show that the grizzly's cub,
Was now limp and dead.

When morning came,
The sun rays were gold,
The bear was warm,
But her cub was permanently out cold,

That day the bear made up her mind,
And went creeping towards the town,
Down the mountainside,
Down down down.

Hiding in the bushes,
The hunter was in sight,
The bear she prepared herself,
For a brutal fight.

The hunter heard the roar,
And turned to look in fright,
It was clearly ceratin,
He wasn't ready for the fight.

Unfortunately for the bear,
The villagers heard the roar,
They ran towards the sound,
And saw the bear on all fours.

The hunter was dead,
That was for sure,
The villagers were angry,
And made the bear no more.

Even though the bear is dead,
Her tormented soul lives on,
The bird's sing her tale,
In a dark, grave song.