Once I met a Panda bear
that gazed at me with chilling stare
I asked that panda "why the glare?
I do not think your ire is fair!"
But Panda held its death cold stare
that set on edge my every hair.
He held it 'til I could not bear
to linger longer in his lair.
and so I ran as fast as I dared
through a door and down a stair,
And there was papa on his chair
reading news with weary air
"Papa papa there's a bear"
I paused to take a gulp of air
"it glared and glared and stared and stared
and wouldn't stop and now I'm scared"
So Papa set me on his chair
and hugged me tight and said "there, there,
I'm sure he meant no harm that bear
he really cannot help the stare
so why don't we go back up there
and tuck you in my princess fair"
So papa took me back upstairs
and tucked me in right next to bear
who I thought was nice to share
his nice and soft and cozy lair.
I soon forgot my midnight scare
and came to love my panda bear
in spite of his unwitting stare
and now is posted by our lair
a sign that reads "Two bears: Beware!"