Bear with a bucket on his head

With his head in a bucket
He must have felt bad
He couldn’t see where he was going
I mean it’s so sad
He might get knocked sideways or crushed on the street
And it’s clearly a problem for the poor bear to eat
We leave bits of this and that
Out in the wild
These poor souls are suffering
Being defiled
Blind in the human world
With a fate worse than death
Anxious and indisposed
Catching one’s breath
At the trouble and anguish
Bears are bound to feel
Like this little sad soul
Whose problem was real

Thank you to the guys who bent over backwards to assist