THE HUNTER AND THE GATHERER.

I went blackberry picking, and dropped a blackberry upon the ground,

I bent over to pick up the berry, and heard a bear growling sound,

I screamed loud, and then got mauled,

For help, I forever called,

Then the bad bear bit into my bloodied arm, and dragged me all around.

EYE HOLE DIGGERS

Some ticks fell down from the heavenly, blue sky,

They fell from the dead willow tree; oh dear, my,

I ran to my hotrod,

But, no use was my bod,

I was blind, because they dug holes in each eye.

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THE BEAR AND THE MAYONNAISE

My mayonnaise had an odor, so I set it outside my backdoor,

A grizzly bear ate the whole jar, he died, with a whimper, and no roar,

My mayonnaise did the bear no good,

Poor big critter, from my neighborhood,

I took the empty jar into town, to get money back from the store.

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DRINKING WITH MONSTERS WITH RUNT

There was a bloody, forest beast, who lived behind my chicken shack,

And, every one of my neighbors, swears he did them, an attack,

So, the beast I had to hunt,

Took my hunting dog, named Runt,

We tracked the beast to the pub, he bought a round, so we kicked back.

THE GNOME RIND AND DINED

I went deep into the forest and what the heck did I find?

A fat little gnome chewing on a watermelon rind,

The watermelon was of course stolen,

But it was already in the gnome's colon,

I ordered him to pay for it, but the gnome, he declined.

BUG BITE TOURS

I'm a Michigan tourist guide, taking people to find swampy bugs,

It's a fab, fab tour, but you must bring lunch and a couple of jugs,

One jug for bugs; they're dear,

The other for warm beer,

And never wear false hair, for little crits like to dine under rugs.

FOLLOW THE YELLOW, SICK TOAD

Some guy got lost way out in my woods,

We robbed him, we were dressed with yellow hoods,

I told him, "follow my bro, The Toad",

"He knows the way to the main road,

Toad is always sick, because he don't bath like he shoulds."

BEN WALKED IN THE WOODS

Ben walked in the woods, overheated and froze,

He had ticks on his skin, and bugs up his nose,

He was very itchy,

Smelled of pine pitchy,

When he got home, he took a bath in his cloths.

WHY ARE THE WITCHES IN THE WOODS?

Boil, boil my plum pudding,

A witch's brew when a coven's hooding,

A sacrifice in the woods,

A farmer's live goods,

On the lot the farm keeps for wooding,

Under a full moon but, when no stars light,

Dire times so, seems the service right,

The crops have failed,

Money lenders bailed,

Resources are dear and tight,

The coven calls back to the past,

To a dead religion who's honors last,

Before paradise gates,

With mansions, no hates,

But, harms fates resolve now, fast,

Desperate are the times that linger,

As freezing black then, lost each finger,

While starving pain,

Makes a focused brain,

Listening to a fallen singer.

  

  

THE SAD BEAR AND HIS BELLY

There's a sad looking bear under my apple tree,

He ain't eating apples, he's waiting for me,

I'd give him a hug,

And pull him close, snug,

But I'd end up in the bears growling belly.

MY NUBS AND THE THREE BEARS

Along came two cutie bear cubs,

They were so cute I gave them intense belly rubs,

Then along came their maw,

She gave me her claw,

The three bears chewed me down to my nubs. 

DEEP IN THE FOREST I SAT

Deep in the forest was where I sat,

I had been ate by a bear and that was that,

I was now just a big pile of wet bear scat,

The bear had piled me tall because I was real fat,

Soon to be absorbed by the thick forest mat.

HOW I MAKE BEAR SCAT

I fell in a hole on top of a bear, 

He was hibernating, so I didn't scare,

But here's the thing,

I took a nap until spring,

And woke up in the belly of the bear.

I BLOG THEN WALK MY DOG

I was a little blogger blogging on my blog,

Then I went a walking with my cocker spaniel dog,

We walked the forest late last night,

Until a bear gave us each a bite,

Now we rest in bear scat; each of us a big brown log.

WHEN THE FULL MOON IS UP

When the full moon is up and it's chillin',
Then, the werewolves come a killin',
From the deep darkest woods,
They be after your goods,
And, on your meat they will be a fillin'.