Whose woods these are I do not know.
For I am but a bear, and so
I hope that no one sees me here
Deep in the woods; I have to go.
And who on earth would think it queer
To be a little shy of deer
And bunnies by the frozen lake
As I do quiet business here.
The pope is Cath’lic, goodness sake!
A bear in woods– make no mistake–
Must do his thing! He needs no troop
Of creatures watching what he’ll make.
But there’s a large observing group.
I must find somewhere else to stoop;
I’ve miles to go before I poop,
I’ve miles to go before I poop.
Bear in Woods on a Snowy Evening
So funny. The Frost one is my favorite poem. I’ve had it memorized since 6th grade. 😁