hum, yes, I mean, I think tomorrow, yes tomorow, it will be possible,
if I can get off this stool and catch a .....er, um, yes, I know,
I had one too many bear juices tonight, er, er, hold on, let me turn
the M box on, I forgot to record my favourite bear hunting tune, it
goes kind of like this, if I can remember it right ,.....
hunting I shall go
Alone through the cold jungle
Coles the jungle
the icecream bears and sticky toffee
on through a carnivore of
contriving to abstain
from the hunt
from the wane
of life's pain
than a Springfield
in the splattered ecto-gasm
I run amok, awol, AKA "Me big bear"
L'Urs to local froglife, forestponds
up a birch tree, aspirinfull easing off
come and get me
in my camping rug
in my Wald-Heimat cups
brimful of neolithic bearjuice
Am I the hunter or the hunted?