Baiting? Betcha! She’s
A mama grizzly bear.
Can’t restrain the maw-mouth dreck
That she roars everywhere.
You betcha, she’s (you betcha she’s)
A “gimme!” bear.

She don’t want to be blood-libeled,
Protests more than enough.
I guess there’s no denyin’
Repinin’ ursines’ whinin’s kinda gruff.

Transformed is she to grizzly bear.
Once a pitbull with lipstick—
No matter, I can’t bear
The similes (the similes)
Cooked in her lair.

Hazy? Betcha! She’s astoundingly head light—
Bubbles of air bounce ’round there;
This balloon don’t take flight,
And that’s ’cause she
Has heavy hair.

Takes lots of honey to bribe ’er;
The price keeps going up.
When lyin’ she ain’t a-plyin’,
She’s flyin’ in a Cub to gun a pup.

Don’t wanna see this grizzly bear.
Put a chain around its neck
And lead it back up there
To Wasilly. . .can’t watch, silly-
Wink grinny bear.
Stop Foxin’ me (on pox TV),
You grifty bear.

Just wanna see/hear no grizzly bear.