when yogi the bear...would come around
the tourists ran to hide...surprised
then yogi the bear...would amble down
and take all food he spied
cause the smell of their grub...was the only law
that yogi bear understood
when it came to lootin' people's lunch
he was mighty good

from out of the woods...the ranger came
a law book in his hand...big man
the kind of a man...who tamed the beasts
that fell 'neath his command
cause the keepin' of peace...was the only law
this ranger man understood
when it came to savin' people's lunch
he was mighty good

many a bear would turn and run
and some would not show at all
the bear who sought...pic-a-nic baskets
he loved...pic-a-nic baskets
he was the smartest of them all

the smell of a meal...prepared by man
would make his hunger grow...you know
just tryin' to live...on things he'd find...
out in the woods...would blow
and the smell of their grub...was the only law
that yogi bear understood
and he knew he'd steal their lunch real fast
if he only could

the ranger had said...he must take heed
and shun the camping sites...that's right
he must resist...the theft of meals
when he required a bite
but a moment ago, how his stomach groaned
so to the camp, he returned
he ate two boys and then their mother
but their lunch, he spurned

everyone heard the shots ring out
all saw yogi bear fall
the bear who loved...pic-a-nic baskets
he's now...dead in a casket
this is the saddest tale of all