little bear

little bear, little bear you're getting out of hand, getting out of hand, i think i'm going to lose you now, oh little bear, little bear you know me too well anyway, too well every day, i'm going home, i'm going beneath the stars, i'm going under the soil again, and i won't be back in a long time so get out, get out of this old house, before i burn it down, i wouldn't want to cause you anything, that might break your lovely face, in a thousand shattered china pieces, in this bracken world of broken pieces