Was That a Bear?
I used to be afraid a bear
Would find a way to creep
into my room and scare me there
while I was fast asleep.
How would the bear end up in there?
How could it get so lost?
And why despair this thing so rare?
But still, I turned and tossed…
I was prepared for bears that scared.
I checked beneath my bed.
I thought perhaps some booby traps
could help me rest my head.
But every night, alone in fright,
I hardly slept a wink.
The scary sight of bearish might
was drawing near, I’d think.
There never could be bears in there.
Oh what a strange concern.
What’s that? I think I hear them slink…
I guess I’ll never learn.