More TEDDYS!!!

When a bear held a Fancy Dress Party,
just about everyone went.
Each animal went as another.
Well,at least that was the intent.

The Bat and Bull went as a Cricket
and the Bison went as a bath.
The viper sat on the Hyena's head
and they went as a laughing Giraffe.

The Eagle went as a Birdie
and the Birdie went as a Parr.
(A Parr is an under-aged Salmon,
in case you don't know what they are.)

The Panda turned up like a Penguin,
though he hadn't quite mastered the walk.
No one could tell the difference
when the Butterfly dressed like a Stork.

The Hedgehog turned up as a Buffalo
(Hedgehogs not being that bright),
but everyone said that he'd tried very hard
and he had an enjoyable night.

He almost came second for trying,
but it went to the Hippo instead.
He dressed up as a fairy-tale Unicorn,
with a ice-cream stuck on his head.

The Oyster, disguised as a jewelery box,
sang when his shell opened up.
A good try by Oyster but not good enough
to take home the Fancy Dress Cup.

The Skunk was most unconvincing,
sprinting in like a Gazelle.
It's hard for a Skunk to be anything else,
when they have that distinctive smell.

It was time to declare the Cup winner
and first place went to the Cat,
who covered his tail with red rubber
and hung from a tree like a Bat.

Richard Digance

Polar Bear

The Polar Bear never makes his bed;
He sleeps on a cake of ice instead.
He has no blanket,no quilt,no sheet
Except the rain and snow and sleet.
He drifts about on a white ice floe
While cold winds howl and blizzards blow.
And the temperature drops to forty below.
The Polar Bear never makes his bed;
The blanket he pulls up over his head
Is lined with soft and feathery snow.
If ever he rose and turned on the light,
He would find a world of bathtub white,
And icebergs floating through the night.

William Jay Smith

My Teddy Bear

A teddy bear is nice to hold.
The one I have is getting old.
His paws are almost wearing out
And so's his funny furry snout.
From rubbing on my nose of skin,
And all his fur is pretty thin.
A ribbon and a piece of string
Make a sort of necktie thing.
His eyes came out and now instead
He has some new ones made of thread.
I take him everywhere I go
And tell him all the things I know.
I like the way he feels at night,
All snuggled up against me tight.

Margaret Hillert

The Bear and the Squirrels

There was an old Bear that lived near a wood
( His name it was Growly, Growly ),
Where two little Squirrels gathered their food,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit!
O, a terrible fellow was Growly!

The two little squirrels they lived in a tree,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
They were so merry, and happy, and free.
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit,--
"Don't come near me," says Growly.

The Squirrels were rather afraid of the Bear,
Growly, Growly, Growly,
With his claws, and his teeth, and his shaggy hair;
For their ramble, scramble, chittery tit,
Made too much noise for Growly.

So whenever the Bear came into the wood,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
The Squirrels ran, and dropped their food,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit;
"Those nuts are all mine," says Growly.

One day old Bruin lay down in the shade,
Growly, Growly, Growly,--
Under the tree where the Squirrels played,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit!
"I'll just take a nap," says Growly.

Old Bruin then began to snore,
Growly, Growly, Growly;
Said the Squirrels,-"We'd rather hear that than a roar;
With a ramble scramble, chittery tit,
We'll wake you up, old Growly!"

So, plump on his nose a nut they dropped,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
When all of a sudden the snoring stopped,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit,-
"Plague take the flies!"-says Growly.

So he turned him round to sleep again,
Gowly,Growly, Growly,
When down came the nuts like a patter of rain,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit!
"It's hailing!"-says Sir Growly.

"No matter," says Bruin, "I'll have my nap!"
Growly, Growly, Growly;
So he slept again, when tap, tap, tap,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit,-
They pelted him well,-old Growly.

Then up he sprang and looked around,
Growly, Growly, Growly;
But nothing he saw, and he heard no sound
But a ramble, scramble, chittery tit,-
"Why, what can it be?"-says Growly.

At last he looked up into the tree,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
And there the little rogues saw he,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit!
"Why, what's the matter, old Growly?

"You often have made the poor Squirrels run,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
So now we thought we would have some fun,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit!"
"It served me right,"-says Growly.

And so the old fellow he saw the joke,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
And began to laugh till they thought he'd choke
With a ramble, scramble, Ha, ha, ha!
"What a capital joke!" says Growly.

Sir Bruin then grew gentle and mild,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
And played with the squirrels like a child
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit,
And lost the name of Growly.< BR>
C.P. Cranch

My Husband found this Teddy for me, isn't he cute....Thank You Sweetie!