Dancing bears

Look at him in a cellar
Alone against the wall
Sort of solitary confinement
And no one hears his call

The cellars damp and draughty
Its bareness gets him down
No food to really speak of
And quite away from town

Trained to dance but sitting
Its all done on hot plates
Since very young they are made to walk
But they got in quite some states

So when they hear the music
They try to get off the heat
And it looks as if they are dancing
Of course its one big cheat

The poor bears get their feet burned
And to prevent it seemingly
Dance by raising their poor feet
But this bear obviously

Is resting through the winter
Soon may be he will
Get a place in Belitsa Town
But will stay here until

Up in the Rila Mountains
The rehabilitation park
With trees and forests and
Countryside
Its seems they have made a mark

Stopped this awful torture
This dancing in the street
And hopefully this bear boy
Will not have, badly burned feet

And soon may get a place up
There to rest and while away
His life not in this cellar
But up there soon one day