Little Bear

Little bear, little bear You're getting out of hand Getting out of hand I think I'm gonna lose you now Little bear, little bear You know me too well anyway Too well every day I'm going home I'm going beneath the stars I'm going under the soil again And I won't be back in a long time So get out, get out of this old house Before I burn it down I wouldn't wanna cause you anything That might break your lovely face off In a thousand shattered china pieces In this bracken world of broken pieces