A BEARY GOOD LIFE

That ragged and tattered mop-like bear
With eyes that seemed to look everywhere,
Thought he’d play among the roses,
Doesn’t he know, roses scratch noses?

 
Mittens the kitten said “Come play with me.
I’ll give you lots of honey for tea.”
They ran and they tumbled, they rolled in the dirt,
Ted never imagined that he would be hurt.

 
The cat, its tail it started to swish,
It frightened the bear when it let out a hissss.
In teddy’s eye there appeared a big tear,
Mittens had scratched and chewed at his ear.

 
Zahli cried out “Oh! You silly wee bear,
Come here with me, of you I’ll take care!”
That ragged and tattered mop-like bear
Was lifted up high and Dandy was there.

 
While chatting they laughed, as Dandy, his words he did muddle,
They shared honey buns & then a big cuddle.
This was the most fun teddy had in the day,
Together, forever, the three friends would stay.

I HAVE THIS FRIEND

Photograph courtesy of Barbara Gorst