They rushed upstairs, and Father Bruin, growling,
Cried out, “Who’s lain upon my bed?”
“Who’s lain on mine?” cried Mother Bruin, howling;
“But some one lies on mine!” the small Bear said.
“We’ll kill the child, and eat her for our dinner,”
The Father growled; but said the Mother, “No;
For supper she shall be, and I will skin her.”
“No,” said the little Cub, “we’ll let her go.”
So Silverlocks, in sudden terror flying,
Reached home; and when the Nurse the story hears,
She says, “You are in luck, there’s no denying,
To get away in safety from
THREE BEARS.”
