Goldilock's good Luck
A young small girl traveled the woods
She'd been starving for a day
She would eat anything she could
Her feet hurt, she needed somewhere to lay
She never wanted to steal from someone
But she was a desperate mess
She wanted a hamburger with a sesame bun
If she ever was caught she wouldn't confess
She found a wooden house
No one was inside
She'd be a silent mouse
The door was open wide
She silently and slowly crept in
Bowls and cups on the table
The door shut from the wind
She'd eat everything she was able
She devoured the meal
Looking around for beds
Soon her stomach seals
She wanted a place to lay her head
The bears crept in and saw the mess
They looked for the girl
The food in the bowl was less
She laid in a bed in a curl
They didn't get mad
They covered her up
She seemed hungry and sad
She had good luck
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