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The Thief


There once was a family of bears

That lived in the woods in their home

They each had a bowl, a bed, and a chair

That they could call their own

 

One day as they went for their morning walk,

A human girl found their house

She opened the door without one single knock

Stopped and looked around

 

She saw the bears' breakfast in each of their bowls

And decided to give it a taste

The big bowl's was hot, the medium's cold

But the small bowl's was perfect, just great!

 

She then saw the chairs that sat in the hall

And felt the need to collapse

Two were too big and the last was too small

Which she saw when she broke it in half

 

She was suddenly tired and started to yawn

And went upstairs to find some beds

One was too hard, one was too soft

But the other was just right for her head

 

But she had an idea before she fell asleep

So she got up and looked at the rooms

More closely this time, to see anything

That she thought could be of value

 

She took the carpets, the curtains, the chairs

She took the lamps and the pots

She took nearly everything that belonged to the bears

And proceeded to drag it off

 

Well, when the bears returned to their home,

They were met with quite a shock

Every belonging that they had owned

Had vanished, simply gone!

 

They never got back what they had lost

But replaced them with new things and more-

One of those things was a new shiny lock

That they used every day on their door 

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