Bear
One day while walking thru the woods
I saw a big brown bear
I looked at him he looked at me
We both just stopped and stared
He looked at my fingers
As I looked at his nose
He looked at my funny ears
That were blue because it was cold
He looked at my woolen hat
And very rosy cheeks
As I was wondering to myself
I wonder what bears eat
I then looked at his massive paws
As he looked at my feet
At this time I noticed
His very long sharp teeth
The bear let out a mighty roar
And I began to tremble
As a thought ran thru my mind
Is it food that I resemble
I then looked down at my watch
And said
Is that the time , Oh my
You’ll have to excuse Mr Bear
I really have to fly
Copyright © Thomas Flood | Year Posted 2019
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