Little Bear Got Lost

Little Bear woke from her nap
And went for a walk one day.
Noone asked where she would go,
So she simply did not say.

She wandered out the cave mouth
And then out of her front yard.
Someone should have stopped her then,
But nobody was on guard.

There was a scent in the breeze
Which she had not smelled before.
She had to know what it was
And so she went to explore.

She thought it came from the woods,
Somewhere amongst the tall trees.
The scent grew so very strong
That it almost made her sneeze.

Through the whole forest she went
And all the way down the hill.
She had never gone so far
And it gave her a big thrill.

She saw a strange kind of home
Made out of both stone and wood.
That was where the scent came from
And it smelled awfully good.

And through the hole in the wall,
She saw what she was smelling.
Three plates of pies sat out there
On the table in the dwelling.

One plate’s pie had cooled too much,
The big one had a huge bite,
But the small pie sitting there,
Well, it smelled really just right.

Little Bear climbed through the hole
To examine them up close.
‘Though it’s true, she ate all three,
She liked the little one most.

But it had been a long walk –
So tired after her snack –
She looked around for a while
And found three beds in the back.

One was way too tall to climb,
Another not much shorter.
The last was a bit small, but
Strong enough to support her.

And that is where they found her
When the Goldbergs came back home.
The girl wanted to keep her
And to share her brush and comb.

So Little Bear didn’t return
To her lost home in the wild.
Now she wears dresses and bows –
Whatever to please the child.

At last Bear’s parents gave up
And didn’t worry where she went.
And she does get pie each day
And so loves its taste and scent.

So be warned if you wander;
Take care following your nose.
If you eat too many pies,
You may outgrow your doll clothes.