Bears - Zebra

In the middle of winter

The trees are bare and the bears are hibernating

The only sound in the forest

Is the sound of snow heard crashing to the ground

And in the middle of loving

I hope you’ll find a place in your heart for them

They really can’t do us any harm

It is only us who can do harm to them

But there’s an animal that winter won’t affect at all

He sits by fireplaces waiting for the winter’s fall

He owns guns and oh you know he’s got that gun in his hand

He’s a man and oh he’s got that precious thing in his hand

So in the middle of loving

I hope you’ll find a place in your heart for them

When it’s cold and the grass is gold

All the animals take shelter as they hide

And when an animal can’t find shelter

Some time winter takes over and he dies

But there’s an animal that winter won’t affect at all

He sits by fireplaces waiting for the winter’s fall

He owns guns and oh you know he’s got that gun in his hand

He’s a man and oh he hold’s that precious life in his hand