Little Bear

Little bear, little bear

You're getting out of hand

Getting out of hand

I think I'm gonna lose you now

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 wanna cause you anything

That might break your lovely face off

In a thousand shattered china pieces

In this bracken world of broken pieces