A bear in my chair
Oh what a scare
No one would dare
Tell the bear in my chair
he shouldn’t be there
But guess he can go
About anywhere.
A bear in my chair
It’s creaking and groaning
Under the weight of that bear
That bear in my chair.
Oh I swear
I never would go there
And sit in my chair
With that bear still there.
How and where
Did that bear get there?
To sit in my chair
A bears’ still there
He doesn’t care
It’s my chair.
That nasty old bear
That sits in my chair
How dare that bear
That nasty old bear
Who just sits in my chair!
~ Patrice
© Patrice Clarkson – 2012