| In the deeply dark and
      woodedLives a group of fat and furries
 Naughty little furries always
 Play all day then scoff ripe berries
 As springtime chases
      snow up mountainsShe calls to bears "wake up, come greet me
 Feel this world in all its glory
 Taste what bees have made so sweetly"
 Soon young cubs will
      need much schoolingLearn when fruits are ripe for picking
 Learn which fish will fill their tummies
 What is sweet and good for licking
 Cowbears and indibums
      played out in meadowsWhile little sister picks bright flowers
 Or chases pretty flap and flutter
 Happy times waste many hours
 Then summer comes, too
      hot for fur coatsSo sleep in shade and wait till evening
 Lots of new games played in shadows
 Till the sandman brings much sleeping
 Too soon the glow of
      autumn finds themFurries now must store for winter
 While the fruits are ripe and ready
 While the Salmon swim back up river
 Autumn leaves make young
      bears dizzyRunning round to chase them falling
 Drop to ground and sleep on soft ones
 Till they hear their mummies calling
 
Then winter comes so wet
      and horridFurries now go sleep with mummies
 Away from cold and flaky white stuff
 All cosy safe on fat warm tummies
 
 © Rita Harwood - Woodland Teddies
      Loughborough, 1999
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