Beary Good Feast
Conscience had niggled at Baby Bear
and a need to forgive the one who broke his chair,
ate all the porridge and wrinkled the bed.
Holding grudges just messed with that little bear's head.
'Please Mummy and Daddy,' begged the little critter,
'She only broke the chair because it didn't fit her!
Yes, she ate our breakfast but we've plenty to spare
and, remember, you tell me to gladly share.'
Papa Bear frowned, his child made him humble.
His tummy growled with a beary grumble.
Mama bear smiled and hugged her child tight.
There might be a way to make this wrong right.
Mama bear cooked up a beary good feast,
good wholesome tucker for human or beast.
They sent out a message to Goldilocks' house,
delivered by Michael the computer mouse.
Goldilocks came with her Mummy and Dad.
The bears explained clearly, they really weren't mad.
Such a good time they had, fixing that breach,
with bear hugs all 'round, each cuddling each.
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