Little bear, little bear you're getting out of hand Getting out of hand I think I'm going to lose you now Oh 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 want to cause you anything That might break your lovely face In a thousand shattered china pieces In this bracken world of broken pieces