Sta.sh
The wolves are coming, don't run, don't hide
Face them head on and protect your pride.
They're not going to hurt you, but you're still scared,
"Will you die here?" asks a lonely bear.
Now you're running and behind you they follow
In your stomach it feels all hollow.
The bear is watching, waiting for the kill,
But ahead of you there lies a hill.
Over that hill there lies a town with people
"They can help me!" you think, but your attemps are feeble.
The wolves pounce and you fall face down
With your head shoved completely into the ground.
You make a quick prayer before you die,
When over the hill comes a wandering guy.
The wolves run away and the man lifts you up
In your face, he holds a large cup
He asks for money, but you have none to spare,
So the man stands up and talks to the lonely bear.
The bear comes over with a large grin on his face
And with killing you, he doesn't make haste.
He rips you limb from limb with that giant head,
Its just too bad, because now you're dead.
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