If I get eaten by a bear

If I get eaten by a bear

don’t cry for me 

or not for long

but tell the story

or turn it to song

of how your mother

went to Alaska

thought she’d get eaten by a bear

And did.

A darn good yarn,

you could dine on it night after night

if you got the crunchy details right,

no knife

no fork

no Worcestershire sauce,

a definitive end

to a meandering sort of life.

Don’t cry for me –

well, not too long

if I get eaten by a bear.

I’ve lived

I’ve loved

and lived some more,

I’ve had my share

so don’t begrudge the bear

its dinner.