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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