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.

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