The Old Man Of the Mountain

With his long white beard and a crooked stare

He tramps along with the folks all scared

With a twinkle in his eye, he passes them by

The Old Man of the Mountain!

Oh, he wears long hair and his feet are bare

They say he's mad as a grizzly bear

His cares are none and he fears no one

The Old Man of the Mountain!

He talks with the bears when he's lonely

He sleeps with the sky for a tent

And he'll eat you up when he's hungry

And it wouldn't cost him a red cent!

And he'll live as long as an old oak tree

He'll eat up fools like you and me

Oh, I often sigh and jump and cry

At the Old Man of the Mountain!