The little bear climbed out of his den,
For winter days are long, you see.
He quickly climbed up a pine tree
To look around the forest, free.
He got so caught up in the climb
And the birds singing so sublime—
He didn't notice as he went
Up the pine tree, heaven-sent.
He started roaring through the wood:
"How will I get down? I should
Have listened! Will I fall down low?
I'm disobedient, you know."
He cried for an hour or two:
"Please, dear friends, help me through!"
The animals ran on their way:
"We have no time for this today."
A magpie flew on by:
"Who needs this trouble, oh my my?
How could we get you down from there?
Where would we find the strength to care?"
Then little Misha's mother came,
And ended all this crying shame.
She took him from the tree so tall
And led him back to their den's hall.
Children, this tale has something to say,
A lesson for the disobedient way:
Listen to your mother dear,
Don't misbehave or shed a tear.
