The Bear Hunt
by Margaret Widdemer
I Played I was two polar bears
Who lived inside a cave of chairs,
And Brother was the hunter-man
Who tried to shoot us when we ran.
The ten-pins made good bones to gnaw,
I held them down beneath my paw.
Of course, I had to kill him quick
Before he shot me with his stick,
So all the cave fell down, you see,
On Brother and the bones and me-
So then he said he wouldn't play-
But it was tea-time, anyway!
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