The Bear
The little bear was
Lost in the woods
He searched around
Doing all that he could
He weeped and clawed
And bashed the trees
Until he knocked down
A hive filled with bees
That fell on his back
Dashing through the woods
The bees still attacked
So, he ran and ran
Until he fell in the sand
He kept rolling around
Until he felt a hand
Touch his back
Copyright © Daisy Ward | Year Posted 2023
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