TWO LITTLE BEARS.



TWO little cub-bears,

Frisky and strong 

Hair brown and shaggy, 

Claws sharp and long!

In the green grass rolling,

Snapping their jaws; 

Now standing upright,

Licking their paws.

Two little cub-bears

In a child's breast; 

Fawn-like and gentle,

Bringing us rest.

Why, how can that be?

Not strange you stare; 

Where was there ever

A gentle bear?

Two little cub-bears

In a child's breast, 

Called bear and far-bear!

They bring us rest,




 Claire Ingelow.