I’m a bear forced to live in zoo,
At my wits end, in pent up rage.
I used to live wild and free
In the wild forest
By untamed mountain streams
I miss the sound of game in the under growth
I miss the buzzing of honey bees
I’m a bear forced to live in zoo,
At my wits end, in pent up rage.
I miss the scent of game I used to chase
I miss the taste of berries I used to pick
I feasted upon fresh fish
From clear mountain streams
Now, I am fed Stale sickly fish
I’m a bear forced to live in zoo,
At my wits end, in pent up rage.
I miss the scent of carrion in fresh April rain
Now I have put up with stench of human beings
I’m a bear forced to live in zoo,
At my wits end, in pent up rage.
I miss warmth of my snug cave, where I used to hibernate
Here I am entertainment for people all the year around
I’m a bear forced to live in zoo,
At my wits end, in pent up rage.
I miss the first spring sight
Of mother and cubes
Here, there are none of my kind
I’m a bear forced to live in zoo,
At my wits end, in pent up rage.
I climbed might trees
In search of honey
Here all I can do is to scramble
Over few scattered logs
I’m a bear forced to live in zoo,
At my wits end, in pent up rage.
On warm sunny days, after feasting,
I would lay on soft grass, or
Scratch against my favourite tree
Here all I have is a sorry-looking pole
I’m a bear forced to live in zoo,
At my wits end, in pent up rage.
I used to wrestle other bears, to test my strength,
Impress female bears, looking for a mate
I’m a bear forced to live in zoo,
At my wits end, in pent up rage.
I shake my head rhythmically
And shuffle from spot to spot slowly
I’m a bear forced to live in zoo,
At my wits end, in pent up rage.
It’s not a dance I do
To amuse you
I’m slowly going mad
I’m a bear forced to live in zoo,
At my wits end, in pent up rage.
Doesn’t anybody understand,
I’m going mad!
Mad! Mad!
Don’t you understand?
I want to be free!
Free! Free!
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