A burning lantern he grasps tight,
Kvirre virre vip, bom, bom,
They as they walk the time beguile,
Kvirre virre vip, bom, bom,
With tales of bears and all their wile,
Kvirre virre vip, bom, bom.
“Now suddenly a bear they see,
Kvirre virre vip, bom, bom,
Before whom all the dogs do flee,