A girl of golden locks went out to play among the trees
She didn’t ask if she could go, just went without a “please”
She wandered ’round until she found a cabin in the wood
And she walked in, without a knock, to rest her weary knees
She didn’t care one whit about if or if not she should
She saw some oatmeal sitting out, she thought it tasted good!
She liked the cabin oh so much she thought that she would stay
But when the bears came home, of course, they spied her where she stood!
What started out as just a girl who went outside to play
Became a tragic tale, indeed, when she wandered away
The bears were sick of oatmeal sweet with honey from the bees
And they would tell you, “yes indeed! We sure ate well that day!”
A Rubayiat written for dVerse