C,3 Bear in tennis shoes (Tune: Sippin' Cider) C The other day (echo) I met a bear (echo) G7 In tennis shoes (echo) C A very fine pair (echo) F The other day I met a bear C F C G7 C G7 C In tennis shoes, a very fine pair. He looked at me, I looked at him. He sized up me, I sized up him... He says to me, Why don't you run? I see you ain't got any gun... And so I ran away from there, But right behind me was that bear... Ahead of me, there was a tree A great big tree, O lucky me... The nearest branch was ten feet up. I'd have to jump and trust my luck... And so I jumped into the air, but I missed that branch away up there... Now don't you fret and don't you frown, 'Cause I caught that branch on the way back down... The moral of this little news: Don't talk to bears in tennis shoes.. That's all there is There ain't no more.