Soon my plan is complete; soon my Baron is bear meat!
Mine shall be his brother’s riches, for his wife is already my mistress.
Fiddle de-de, I will be free! Baron’s riches and bitches belong to me!
Oh yes my Baron, I trained Biter the bear; he’s prowling about in the woods over there.
I trained him good, gave him food – trained him to kill folks like I said I would.
First the young lord, then Baron dies; Biter the bear shall flay them alive!
My Baron laughs, soon he’ll scream; here comes Biter to rip out his spleen!