Was goin' cross lots t' play with 'nother boy 'n lied t' go through a strip o' woods.

Went off the trail t' chase a butterfly 'n got lost.

Hed his kite 'n' cross-gun 'n' he wandered all over 'til he was tired 'n hungry.

Then he lay down t' cry on a bed o' moss.

Putty quick they was a big black bear come along.
'"What's the matter ?" said the bear.
'"Hungry," says the boy.
'"Tell ye what I'll dew," says the bear.