Grandson of the Bear

by Obsidian Wind

Grandson of the bear
Who used to rule this mountain
But now this bear
Is packing a gun
And it shoots
a lot of times in a row
And now all the real bears
are running scared
Just so this grandson
Can have his run of the woods
And feel like king of the hill
Just like his daddy's daddy
Done before
But his grandaddy never left
the woods shaking
And he always came back
for more.
Was it losing something in the telling
Or was it something more?
Now the grandson of the bear
That used to rule this mountain
Walks around carrying a gun
And all the real bears
Are long since on the run.

Copyright 1995
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