MY NEIGHBOR STOLE MY WALLET DURING A SNOW STORM

All that snow fell on the roof of my shack,

The roof caved in and I got pinned on my back,

I screamed and I yelled,

Along comes Mr. Weld

He only stole my wallet and told me not to tattle-telled.

WHEN I WENT TO SEE THE BEARS

When I was a little boy I would beg my parents to take me to see the bears.  So, my parents would drive out to the garbage dump and there we'd watch the black bears; the big ones, the little ones and all the in-betweens.  The bears rummaged through all the waste on the ground as they stirred up an airborne sea of flies.  The stench made me sick to my stomach but, the bears didn’t seem to mind as they dug their noses deep into the heaps of stinking cans, papers and broken dishes.  And, they turned over with their great paws old shredded tires, looking for their dinner.  

We’d watch the bears from the car until it started to get dark.  By that time there were a lot of bears mulling around the dump and they were getting closer and closer to the car.  Then, when the light was really dim, we drove up the dirt road to the main road leaving the bears to continue hunting for a meal.  So, I got to see the bears.  I was a very spoiled little boy.