Little Bear

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