Bill Shontz   You're A Bear

YOU’RE A BEAR

Born with no mother, no
sisters, no brother,
A fur ball, four legs
and a head.
A little bit chubby, a quite
darling cubby,
“What am I?”
Was the first thing he said.
(Spoken) And I had to reply:
You’re a bear.
(“I’m a bear?”) You can do as
you please.
No one can push you around.
You’re the biggest.
(“I’m the biggest?”)
With muscles to spare.
Life is good,
when you’re a bear.

You’re a bear (“I’m a bear!”)
You like honey and bees
And you roar out the scariest
sound (“Roar.”)
No, it’s loud! (“ROAR!”)
For the whole world to share,
Life is good,
when you’re a bear.

Because you are furry,
you don’t have to worry,
You always know just
what to wear.
When playin’ or nappin’
the best things can happen.
They always do ‘cause
you’re a bear.

You’re a bear, (“I’m a bear!”)
You can climb in the trees,
Or tumble and roll
on the ground.
Find a rock, (“Here’s one!”)
Yeah, it’s your easy chair.
Life is good
when you’re a bear.
You get tired, (“Snore.”)
You sleep anywhere.
Life is good
when you’re a bear.