Tune: Sipping Cider Through a Straw
The other day, I met a bear,
Out in the woods, away out there. [Point.]
He looked at me, I looked at him,
He sized up me, I sized up him.
He says to me, "Why don't you run?"
"'Cause I can see, you have no gun."
I says to him, "That's a good idea."
"Now legs get going, get me out of here!"
I began to run, away from there,
But right behind me was that bear.
And on the path ahead of me,
I saw a tree, Oh glory be.
The lowest branch was ten feet up,
I'd have to jump and trust to luck.
And so I jumped into the air,
But I missed that branch away up there.
Now don't you fret, and don't you frown,
I caught that branch on the way back down.
That's all there is, there ain't no more,
Unless I met that bear once more.