Polar Bear

Have you lost without scratching your grey hands?
Salt and sage make you tasty
They’ve spiced you in a delicious way
The we must eat you today
Cause my affairs are in the park
It must be very hard living with no light
Burning your skin makes you happy
They’ve fought in a truly glorious way
But you can’t live here todey
cause hunters shoot you in the night
They have called you
I don’t know why
Solar the great king
I’ve called you
You don’t know why
Solar the great pig