The glades out in the wilderness
occupied by some dudes
there to picnic and have fun…
got a lot of food.
Plan to eat lots of treats.
In his pad with a baddish ’tude
is a bear who steals
such visitors’ meals…
attitude’s crude.

Food! Crimes are ursine—
lunch foraged ’fore folks can dine.
Crimes are ursine
in the park…Jellystone sign.

They’re gonna take all your lunch, oy!
They gaze on your repast,
during the lazy interlude
when briefly off you dash.
You can’t dine anytime
these bears are on a Jelly’ roll.
Your picnic they’ll rout—
of that, there’s no doubt.
Looting is their role.

Crimes are ursine, yeah!
Lunch hoarded ’fore you can dine.
Crimes are ursine,
in the park, under the pines.

Yogi, Boo-Boo!

You won’t dine,
and you’ll whine
as they gorge
just like ursine swine.
They brazenly steal
what should be your meal:
the main dish and sides.

Crimes are ursine, Boo-Boo!
Crimes are ursine…
Yogi by his side.
They rob boldly,
stealing park eats,
like your lunch meat.
Where’s that dummy ranger?
No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-
where to be seen
Is he walking his beat
or napping ’neath the pines?