Hear him gruff and puff and sniff around,
Finding the berries that are scattered on the ground.
Cliffs or trees or valleys be it, all with ease he surmounts.
Here is his home, where all about the wilderness surrounds!
God forbid that you should ever come across him, face to face.
For you can't even think about beating him at a race.
All you can do then is, silently, for your dear life pray,
So that he will, in peace, let you go away.
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