August 23, 2006

• - – - – - COMIN’ TO TOWN – - – - -

  

  
  

  I keep tellin’ ‘em,
  Gotta quit buildin’ in our hills,
  Not much can now stem,
  Wildlife peering over sills,
  Lookin’ for a bite to eat.
   
  Who can blame a bear ?
  His home ain’t home any more,
  Pickins’ must be good here,
  And we don’t bill ‘em after or before.
  
  A three story bear,
  Is a bit  much you know,
  And blue  for fair,
  But in my town, it is so.

  
  

  And it’s my town,
  Of enchantment I trove,
  I go down,
  To give him a love.

  
  

   

  
  

  
  
   

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
   

  
  

   

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