I like bears, they’re so furry and their furriness is diverse.
Once there was a panda bear, extremely sad was he.
He always cried and moaned and wailed, his eyes you couldn’t see.
Without a break he rubbed his eyes, sore they soon would be.
This made him even sadder, yes, not good if you ask me.
He had a friend, a smart old snake, to tell him what to do.
“You need to stop just sitting here, think of something new.
Like dance or song or sunbathing. Then you can’t feel blue.
Hey, I know, just wait a while.” Came back before he knew.
She slithered back, and in her tail, she grasped a wooden thing.
“Look, hey look, I got you this, it’s brown and it goes ‘ding’.
Or ‘twang’ or ‘plonk’ or ‘thump, thump, clonk’, if it you want to swing.
Try it out, here I’ll show how, just scratch that biggest string.”
The panda grasped it carefully, turned it round and round.
Held it to his big head and scratched, ooh, it made a sound.
“It’s called a ‘you coo lay-lee’ now, behind that big green mound.
I went and asked for happy things; this is what they found.”
“You play it with friends or family, make a song or two.
Try and play, I’ll sit and stay, you furry musician you.”
He made a song or two or three, an audience he drew.
And just like that, the tears they went, away they quickly flew.
He made his mind, went on a tour, to the north and west.
He charmed the people on the plains, the deserts and the rest.
Ended up on the Northery Pole, when he was feeling his best.
His fur turned white, glad he was, he lay down to have a rest.
While he slept, his feet grew big, good to run on ice.
His claws they changed, sharpened up, didn’t grow much in size.
Fur grew long for the wind, a white and precious prize.
His neck now thin, to look for food in the holes in ice.
The bear became a new kind, a polar, furry beast.
He grew in size, to like the cold, fish his new main feast.
He was the biggest in the north, the glaciers he policed.
One day he saw a nice new thing, the sunshine had increased.
Too long for one post, to be continued…