Who’s that lurking in the night?
It’s a hairy, spooky sight.
You can meet him, if you dare,
Oh look, it’s the bear!

You think that you can hide
But he sees what’s deep inside
There’s no time to despair,
That’s right — it’s the bear

His paws and teeth are sharp but also friendly
His bite will feel so nice, against your skin
He will not stop until, you orgasm
And then he’ll do it again, and agaaaaaain.

He’s not from earth, they say,
he’s not quite straight or gay.
So poke him, if you dare,
Look out! He’s the bear.

He’s silly and he’s sweet,
When he offers you his meat.
And there’s always aftercare,
In the arms of the bear.

His daddy skills will make you feel so cared for,
His touch is firm but soft, yes that’s his style.
He loves to hear you moan and writhe in pleasure,
He’ll eat you up, then leave you with a smile.

The moral here is clear
Though scary, he may appear
Nothing can compare
To the one they call the bear!