John Versus The Polar Bear

I won't go out hunting in the snow,
But where was he going? I don't know.
It's so cold, just right for a polar bear,
For only the bold would even dare.
I looked up hill, the fool was shouting down.
Dear ol' Phil cracked the barrier of sound.
Smashing his head like a tin,
A polar bear killed dear ol' Phil.
No more Halloween for that dear pumpkin.
God iced another frigid kill.
Suddenly, I was alone, just the polar bear and me,
And I decided to make it moan
And kill it before it would leave.
BANG! I shoot, the polar bear gushing blood from its heart.
It dropped, the bullet hit like a lucky dart.
Only, was I so lucky?