I found this in polar bear pics 2006
Name: Binnur
E-mail: leiticia@aol.com
I wrote this little song for about Dancer and Dennis last year after I got home from Churchill. I don't know how to post the music but here are the words. I thought it was kind of timely now.
Dancer and Dennis
Dennis waits for Dancer
On the frozen tundraland
Dancer has been hungry
No food upon the land
He comes to say goodbye
Each and every year
Heading out to Hudson Bay
Searching for the seal
Dancer is a polar bear
The finest in the land
Dennis likes his whiskey
He runs the Polar Cam
They've been friends for a while
Meeting up each year
Just a precious week or so
'Til the ice appears
Dennis “I've been hungry
For a longer time this year.
The ice is melting sooner
There's toxins in the seal
A hunter took a nursing mom
Her cubs scatterred in fear
They're drilling up the arctic
For oil they do not need”
Dancer is a polar bear
The finest in the land
Dennis he don’t talk too much
But he sure can write like hell
He brings us stories
Of Dancer and his friends
Just two battered warriors
Living out God’s plan
Dennis “God put this here land
Both for me and you
Please go and tell your kind
We need this planet, too.
I want to bring my sons
Strong back to you
Please don’t let them rape our land
And leave us poison stew”
Dennis “I was hunting
North on Hudson Bay
The ice started thinning
A storm blew our way
An anxious mom did her best
To keep them out of harms way
But all she could was watch
As her cubs floated away”
For another dollar
For yet another cent
We sold our pristine planet
For just another cent
The forests have all been torn
Our animals are all spent
They’ve no place to go
But there’s money in the bank
The pipes were leaking
For days on Prudhoe Bay
Gallons blackened the tundra
Where our mothers lay
Their coats are black
They are shivering away
No one was watching as
Galllons leaked away
A nursing mom was peaceful
Her cubs cooed in her den
A shot bloodied her gentle head
It fell on the snowy land
White turned to crimson
As wolves circled near
Now her head’s on his mantle
Her cubs died in fear
Dancer is a polar bear
The finest in the land
Dennis likes his whiskey
He runs the Polar Cam
They've been friends for a while
Meeting up each year
Just a precious week or so
'Til the ice appears
Now the ravens are circling
It’s freeze-up time again
Dennis sips his coffee waiting
For his old scarred friend
The Polar Cam is ready
It scans the tundraland
The tourists are all silent
Will Dancer come again?
I am free
You are free
Leave them be
Just let them be