Songs of the Grizzly

The Bard of Beer's Grizzly song for 2001, to the tune of Hymns And Arias.

'Twas party time, the spirits free, the room went round and round.
Seven pints of guinness later and a running form I'd found.
It was a race! I took a pen and scrawled upon a line:
My age, my name, my sex and then we drank four litres of wine!

And we were singing,
A race of Grizzly,
A race of Grizzly,
We knew it all!

I woke up in the morning, the form still in my hand.
Posted soon, it came right back with map to foreign land.
I had to pack my shoes and kit, find Seaton by the sea
This race was just an easy jog; they called it Grizzly.

Still we were singing,
A race of Grizzly,
A race of Grizzly,
We knew it all!

We made the journey southwards to the Grizzly Sequoia pine,
It was but three foot tall at most and hidden behind a sign.
We looked and ran around a bit and stood before that tree,
Was then caught short so christened it with Guinness-strengthened pee.

Soon we were singing,
Songs of Grizzly,
Songs of the Grizzly,
We knew them all.

The race began with darkened skies and talk of magic quest
My thoughts were soon of codeine pills and final place of rest.
"Looking good," the marshals cried, "the end's within your reach."
I knew that they were lying 'cause we were still on Seaton Beach.

But we were singing,
Songs of Grizzly,
Songs of the Grizzly,
We knew them all.

Soon I cursed the race director, I cursed the race indeed.
They told me of a promised land where brave hearts beat and bleed.
And when I'd reach the very end, hear cries above the pain,
I'd open doors and climb a wall and want the Grizzly again.

I was still singing,
Songs of Grizzly,
Songs of the Grizzly,
I knew them all.

The black rain stopped, the sun came out, winds blew clouds out to sea.
Some say it was so God could stop and watch the Grizzly,
They say He watches over us to keep us safe and sound,
'Cause the race this year is on the Way and crosses Hallowed Ground.

So we were singing,
Hymns of Grizzly,
Hymns of the Grizzly,
We knew them all

The race nearly done, my body pained, my legs were sore and hard.
I thought back into history to the words of the famous Bard,
"To be or not to be, my boy, this is the Grizzly,
And I have found the very cause of Hamlet's lunacy." [2.2.48-49]

Now we were singing,
Sonnets of Grizzly,
Sonnets of Grizzly,
We knew them all.

The end in sight through misty eyes, I cried through bleeding brain
Then found my spirits soaring high, above the bleeding pain.
I knew that soon I would return to this town found by the sea,
'Cause I was cursed, like others too, to run this Grizzly!

And we were singing,
Songs of Grizzly,
Songs of the Grizzly,
We knew them all.

© Richard Hale, 2001