End of the Tale
Once polar bears had big long tails,
all white and snuggly fluff.
When it snowed they wore them as a scarf,
when it stormed, it was a muff.
One autumn evening, Pete stayed out,
just skating around on the ice.
His mother had called her children in,
Pete always had to be called twice.
He was wearing his scarf around his neck
with its end blowing back in the breeze,
not looking where he was going
and suddenly Pete had to sneeze.
Over and over he tumbled
'til he fell in a hole on thin ice.
Splash! My gosh it was cold in there,
why hadn't he taken Mum's advice?
Mum spied Pete in the ice hole.
At the same time, so did the whale.
She ran to her troublesome baby boy
as the whale grabbed the little bloke's tail.
Mum held Pete by the legs and pulled
but the whale was far too strong.
Pete whacked that critter on the nose
...just as well his tail was long.
The whale was nibble-nibbling;
he had almost reached all of Pete.
Mamma bear bit the whale on the belly
'Go and find something else to eat!'
Pete was caught within a breath
of being a hungry old whale's dinner.
His tail was gone but it mattered not,
as long as Mamma Bear was the winner!
Now bears are tail-less and they know,
when skating on thin ice,
to remember their Mamma's instructions
and to follow her advice.
For my Mate Pete.
With smiles, love and blessings...
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