THE STORY OF
THE THREE BEARS.
Their porridge was thick, and their chairs and beds good.
The biggest bear, Bruin, was surly and rough;
His wife, Mrs. Bruin, was called Mammy Muff.
Their son, Tiny-cub, was like Dame Goose's lad;
He was not very good, nor yet very bad.
Now Bruin, the biggest—the surly old bear—
Had a great granite bowl, and a cast-iron chair.
Mammy Muff's bowl and chair you would no doubt prefer—
They were both made of brick-bats, but both suited her.
Young Tiny-cub's bowl, chair, and bed were the best,—
This, big bears and baby bears freely confessed.
Mr. B——, with his wife and his son, went one day
To take a short stroll, and a visit to pay.
He left the door open, "For," said he, "no doubt
If our friend should call in, he will find us all out."
It was only two miles from dark Hazel-nut Wood,
In which the great house of the three Bruins stood,
