[Verse 1]
Ever since the MOX fuel melted,
the mountains have been acting… trippy.
One-ton bags slouch in the fields,
pines look exhausted and brittle.
But sure — must be the weather.
Moon bear cubs paw around the roots like,
“Uh, hello? Where’d the food go?”

[Verse 2]
Moon bears used to mind their business 
up in cedar fog,
crunching nuts,
being cute,
not raiding grocery dumpsters at noon.
But here they are,
trotting behind mom into parking lots
like this is totally how life works now.

[Chorus]
Moon bear attacks,
that’s the flavor of the week.
Humans shout “danger!”
instead of, “why’d the bears leave the mountains?”
Moon bear attacks,
blame the bears, blame the claws 
never mind the missing food chain
we kicked out from under their paws.

[Verse 3]
Acorns don’t fail a whole region for fun.
Beech nuts don’t vanish on a whim.
But go ahead 
call it “mass collapse.”
Call it “climate change.”
Meanwhile the chain is obviously broken,
and everyone knows
it’s only going to get worse.

[Bridge]
The mountains remember the Fukushima core meltdowns
even if people don’t.
We paved the fields with those black bags
and said, “all fixed.”
Nature shrugged,
and now the moon bears are left with it
sniffing what we don’t talk about,
stumbling downhill hungry.

[Final Chorus]
Moon bear attacks,
but the bears aren’t the issue.
They’re the last honest creatures out there,
showing us something’s wrong.
Moon bear attacks,
humans panic
while the real disaster
walks on two legs, not four
(and still believes nuclear solves climate change).