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Up in the woods,
Away up there
He looked at me, I looked at him
He sized up me , I sized up him
He said to me , Why donβt you run
I see you ainβt , Got any gun
And so I ran , Away from there
But right behind , Me was that bear
And then I saw,
ahead of me O glory me ,
A great big tree
But the nearest branch, Was ten feet up
I have to jump , and trust my luck
And so I jumped , Into the air
But I missed that branch, away up there.
Now donβt you fret , nor donβt you frown
Because I caught that branch , on my way down
Thatβs all there is , There ainβt no more
Unless I meet , that bear once more.