Your prey today is very scary. Bruiser bruin big brawn and hairy.
Fearsome snarlin' growlin' there. Hunter beware that grizzly bear.
Gather your tack and make your plan. It's not the trip but the primal stand. Climbing to the mountain top till in the muskeg you do flop.
Wild the rivers you have spanned. Broad the vistas you have scanned.
Hounds in tow and on the attack, look out, boy grizzly at your back!
He’ll chew you up and spit you out, he’ll bring you to your knees and take you out.
Your hearts in your throat you can smell that bear you’ve found him at last. He’s there beware.
He’s not afraid of you look at that sneer, you’re on his turf get respect life is dear.
In your plan a tiny flaw. . . you weren’t expecting that mighty paw, to land your rear on the wet cold ground looking down that awful maw, mud and blood filling your craw.
Smell the blood feel the pain.
Who’s the hunter who’s the game.
