Some kids were in the Holy Land ,
And one old prophet walking by
‘Baldy!’ they shouted, Baldy!’
He didn’t care for their rude cry.
Such insults to a man of God!
At once he laid a curse
Upon the jeering wretches there-
Which, as it happened, was the worst
Thing they could have dreamed of.
For, as the curse came from his lips,
Two mother bears came from the woods.
Those kids had had their chips.
The cheeky lads were torn apart
To bits and bones and blood.
So much for mocking righteous men:
A fate much worse than Noah’s flood