The Bear
I was first attracted by your scent
Your heart must be a caramelized onion
By the time I saw your flame
it was all over for you and whashisname.
I think it was Algonquin Park
It was so cold and winter-dark
A promised hibernation high
took me across the great black plate of ice.
Now Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m the Islander.
I found a place to call my den
and dreamt of the Ferry and
the Enormous Man
Huge as were his children
following around after him
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m the Islander
woke up in the furtive Spring
more capable of anything
I waited for more men to come
hey docked their boats and cocked their guns
The time for truth and reconciliationâ"š¬â"ž¢s gone
But with my belly full I intended to get
something done
Iâ"š¬â"ž¢m the Islander
woke up in the dead of spring
more hungry than anything
Islander