Then came the dramatis personae;
The tall, the short, the fat, the bony.
Sam Dutton thought to get a shot,
Now Bruin could no longer trot.
But Sally interposed her mop,
And to his shooting put a stop.
The night watch came, and 'twixt them bore
The skewer'd thief to the prison door.
And came the bear leader as well,
And took poor Bruin to his cell.