"Fuzzy wuzzy Was A Scare!"

Fuzzy wuzzy was a bear.
Fuzzy wuzzy did not care.
You seemed quite ill though he loved to kill. But he never wanted to share.
He slayed in the city and slayed in the park. Then he even slayed the dog that began to bark!
Along came the hunter aiming his gun but fuzzy just stood there refusing to run.
Fuzzy began charging with the furious pant then oh no no no the hunter began to chant!
Fuzzy tore him from limb to limb. Lapping the blood that drooled from his chin!
Fuzzy returned back to his cave with the token from the Hunter he fought to save.
Fuzzy stood oh and so tall as he hung the Hunter's Head upon the cave wall.
Fuzzy so weary, fell fast asleep proud of this trophy he wanted to keep!

So the moral of the story is one of a sort.
 Oh...how the tables had turned on man and his sport!