There was our ancient glacier bear
An icy cave his hidden lair,
His coat was blue his mane was white.
His whole makeup suggested fight.
Through winters dark he slept content
The summer days in pleasure spent;
He fed on marmots when he could -
And caught mierotus when he would
One day, o'erheard, Muir stood in trance
Until the bear's track caught his glance,
Then echoed thru the cave his shout:
"Tis Ursus dalli without doubt!"
The news to ship I'll quickly end
And soon this bear will met his end.
For Merriam oft and oft hath said
That worlds he'd give for dalli's head.
This [?] heard, and in a funk
Rose quickly from his icy bunk
With bristling hair on back erect
He on his future 'gan reflect
"Of common death I have no fear
But such an end would be too drear
When Starks with knives had done his best
And arsenic vile had done the rest:
"My skin would be the season's plum
My skull would make the servants hum;
My poisoned flesh the fish would gripe -
The end of every topo-type.