On top of Smold Okey
All covered with snow
There sat Elvis Presley
At forty below.

He shivered and quivered
And shook up a storm
No matter how active
He couldn't keep warm.

He ran down the mountain
And into the trees;
Started a small bonfire
So he wouldn't freeze.

Along came a grizzly
And sat at his side.
Frightened poor Presley
Most outta his hide

Grizzly said "Elvis,
If this doesn't fail,
We may both leave here
All hardy and hail."

Elvis said "Grizzly,
This place is all yours
I just remembered
I have to do chores!"

© 1967 by Cora Spry