Mule and Bear Fight
We have a favorite old mule,
A big load he can easy pull;
He is a quiet and gentle beast,
No trouble with him in the least.
Once we left him in the wood,
And he got into surly mood,
For a big bear did round him fool
’Till kicked by hind feet of our mule.
One caulk it struck in its neck
Enough the joint of it to break;
The bear was quite stunned with the blow,
And soon lay helpless in the snow.
I unhitched mule from the sleigh.
So as to give the beast fair play;
I knew the bear would soon come round,
And that our mule would stand his ground.
The bear now raised upon his haunches,
But mule a blow at him he launches;
With both hind feet to lay him low,
But the bear he dodged the blow.
The bear then threw his arms round mule,
And he strove him down to pull,
But all in vain, the bear with feet,
He could not with the mule compete.
For he gave bear no time to pause,
But with his hoofs he broke his jaws,
And the great bear he soon laid low,
His blood all scatter’d o’er the snow.
I truly think the mule takes pride,
Each winter o’er the large bear’s hide;
He looks at it often in the sleigh,
Then merry he doth trot away.