He lives under the concrete pad,
Of a shed that fell down,
Like a grizzly in summer,
He is blondish brown.
A squeeze under a failing fence,
And a short sloppy run,
He munches all the leaves of squash,
And bites clean thru butternut for fun,
He even stands up straight,
To hog down all the beans,
He barrel rolls the sunflowers,
To get them all to lean,
No bear spray keeps him away,
No net can keep him out,
Just chomps to your face,
If you begin to shout.

Twas the garden of Eden before,
A plague of locusts after he went,
A short run back,
And smashes through the fence.