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       In the deeply dark and
      wooded 
      Lives a group of fat and furries 
      Naughty little furries always 
      Play all day then scoff ripe berries 
      As springtime chases
      snow up mountains 
      She calls to bears "wake up, come greet me 
      Feel this world in all its glory 
      Taste what bees have made so sweetly" 
      Soon young cubs will
      need much schooling 
      Learn when fruits are ripe for picking 
      Learn which fish will fill their tummies 
      What is sweet and good for licking 
      Cowbears and indibums
      played out in meadows 
      While little sister picks bright flowers 
      Or chases pretty flap and flutter 
      Happy times waste many hours 
      Then summer comes, too
      hot for fur coats 
      So sleep in shade and wait till evening 
      Lots of new games played in shadows 
      Till the sandman brings much sleeping 
      Too soon the glow of
      autumn finds them 
      Furries now must store for winter 
      While the fruits are ripe and ready 
      While the Salmon swim back up river 
      Autumn leaves make young
      bears dizzy 
      Running round to chase them falling 
      Drop to ground and sleep on soft ones 
      Till they hear their mummies calling 
      
Then winter comes so wet
      and horrid 
      Furries now go sleep with mummies 
      Away from cold and flaky white stuff 
      All cosy safe on fat warm tummies 
       
      © Rita Harwood - Woodland Teddies
      Loughborough, 1999 
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