For she squeezed him here and she pounded him there,
And "Daddy, he doesn't growl," she cried.
Barbara shook him and flung him down;
She turned her back and refused to play;
And to every argument said with a frown,
"He's my worstest bear; he can go away."
We took him back, and we asked instead
For "A bear like this, that can growl, you see;"
But the shopman smiled and he darkly said,
"All growls are made, Sir, in Germany."[1]