Three bears, yes the Three Bears

Three bears, yes the Three Bears.

Together they played, together did they cheer.

Big and strong, medium and small,

In a sweet little home - for summer and fall.

One fine day, they cooked porridge in pot.

But could not eat it, for it was boiling hot.

So, out for a walk, they all did go,

And cold, they let their porridge grow.

And when they were out, walking in green,

In came a little dame, in the place kempt and clean.

Golden hair and golden frocks,

They called the little girl “Goldilocks”.

The scent of porridge had carried her in,

And she sat to eat, but did not fit in,

She showed no courtesy, she did not wait.

She ate hurriedly and she ate in haste.

She burnt her tongue but she did not care,

She had good chance, when the bears were not there.

She hurried through spoons and plates and tin.

So, she sat down to eat but did not fit in,

For the chair was big and she was small,

She tried the smaller and then smallest of all.

She sat through the bottom of the small wee chair,

And from the smallest bowl she ate every morsel that was there.

She had a bad heart and a bad mouth too.

She went about the house, through and through.

Then she saw the cozy beds,

The blankets bright and the neat bed-spreads.

She tried them all one by one.

But like the littlest one, she found none.

And while she slept and snored and dreamt,

The bears were back to a strange scent.

They were sorry to see the porridge gone,

And the sight of the broken chair made them all forlorn.

Cautious they swept through the rooms and stores,

Till in the small wee bed, they heard her snores.

Their shrill sound woke her up from dreams,

Up she sprang and ran through open screens.

They know not what 'came of her, the little Goldilocks;

The one with the golden hair and golden frocks.

This teaches not to steal and sneak,

Good lessons does this story speak.

Linking up with Trifextra : Week Thirteen