THE BROWN BEAR
THE BROWN BEAR
In the dark wood
In a clearing
Sleeps a brown bear
Dreaming, dreaming
His skin is furless
His paws are clawless
He walks into the city
Lawless, lawless
The moon is hidden
The clouds are weeping
A princess slumbers
Sleeping, sleeping
The thief creeps through
The royal bedroom
And steals her ruby
A priceless heirloom
The ruby glows
With fire and lightning
A spell is cast
So frightening, frightening
The thief grows fur
His body thickens
His hands grow claws
He sickens, sickens
Beneath the black sky
Thunder rumbles
Into the dark wood
He stumbles, stumbles
For in the ruby,
Gleaming, gleaming
A wizard’s mind
Is scheming, scheming
Now, in the dark wood
In a clearing
Sleeps a brown bear
Dreaming, dreaming
Copyright: from WHY OTTERS DON'T WEAR SOCKS (Macmillan, 2007). Used by permission of the author.