THE BEAR
I am the Bear, a monster and
I don't know why I was the one
To do this thing and have my doom
Come upon me and destroy my fun.
So dangerous they called me,
And my wife was no more help.
But that young boy of Polgara's came...
Though he's no more than a whelp
When he was lying bleeding,
I completely lost my grip,
And I turned into the bear,
And more and more I'll slip
I am the bear so the soothsayers said,
But I'd rather die right here in bed,
Than become the beast within my head,
I wish I were a fish instead-
For they have no such problems
So Barak mighty Barak comes,
Ready to meet his doom.
I am the Bear I am the one,
And I hope the change comes soon