Nordic fantasy (lulluby)

It comes, transport in moments brief
the snores conveyed as growls
for I am bear and not sheep
and strengh and courage howl

Each must mate and bare a cub
the dinisty prolonged
that search is hard. through the rub
till the ice and rain have gone

Submit to none and bare my teeth
defend my riteous land
cast out uncertanties, so weak
for mine is to command

Comb the frosen land afar, away
my quest a kinghtly tale
 as a lore, the last Hooray
the last male left I dare not fail!

A females scent upon the wind
 in the forest stillness seeps
the dream of future kith and kin
( now my child has gone to sleep)