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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