The bear has eaten our tucker
I’m so hungry I could eat ass
I’ve had nothing but kippers and saltines
Since the day before the day before last
Prospecting up the Omineca
100 miles from the road
We had gear and food for six weeks
Exactly one chopper load
We were getting picked up in a week
We had food just enough until then
Corned beef in cans, hard tack and beans
Locked up in a trunk by the tent
The bear has eaten our tucker
I’m so hungry I could eat ass
I’ve had nothing but kippers and saltines
Since the day before the day before last
The camp boss was livid and steaming
That was our last bit of food
He yelled and he roared and waved his arms
And he chased the bear into the woods
He ran back and got his rifle
A Winchester thirty ought six
He chased that bear through the bush
And shot him dead in the sticks
The bear has eaten our tucker
But instead of starving for it
We shot that bear and ate him
It was awful, he tasted like shit