Out climbed the bear from his den so deep,
For winter days are long, not short for sleep.
Quickly he climbed up a pine tree tall
To see what was happening in the forest, all.
So caught up was he in his climbing spree
And the beautiful birdsong from every tree –
He didn't notice how high he'd gone
Up the pine tree, almost to the sun.
He began to cry out through all the wood:
"However shall I come down? I should!
Or must I fall into the hawthorn below?
I'm a disobedient bear, you know".
So he cried for an hour, maybe two:
"Please come and help me, friends, I do!"
The animals passed by without a care:
"We've no time for trouble, we declare".
A magpie flew past with a screech:
"Who has the strength to bring you down from reach?
To get you down from up there so high?
Where would we find the strength, oh my?".
Then came the little bear's mother dear,
And all the drama ended here.
She took him down from the tree with care
And led him back to their den's lair.
Children, this tale has a lesson true,
For disobedient ones, a word for you:
Listen to mother, don't misbehave,
So you won't cry and tears won't pave.
