Junyer Bear: When the nasty old Bogeyman fills me with fears / And my little old pinafore is all wet with tears / And my cute little pug nose is all red from crying / Who is it that saves me and keeps me from dying? / My Pa! / When my little pink cheeks are pale with fright / Who is it that lifts me and holds me tight / And says, "There, there, little man. Everything is all right"? / My Pa.
Junyer Bear: Ma, Pa won't talk to me. I nudged him, and I nudged him, but he's awfully still.
Junyer Bear: I will fill your favorite pipe for you, dear old dad, Pa. G-U-N-P-O-W-D-E-R, tobacco. I am a good speller, I am. C-A-T, dog. B-A-T, Rhode Island.
