Hungry Bear


An old bear awoke and came
out of his cave.
He looked quite forlorn,
and he needed a shave. . . .
Shaking himself and
blinking his eye,
He started to think of
a nice rabbit pie. . . .

 
“The Hungry Bear”
Ruth Van Benthuysen
 
 
 
 
 
This was my favorite poem when I was 4 years old. It is quite long, and I still remember much of it by heart.