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BEAR AND THE SQUIRRELS, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: There was an old bear that lived near a wood




There was an old Bear that lived near a wood
( His name it was Growly, Growly ),
Where two little Squirrels gathered their food,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit!
O, a terrible fellow was Growly!


The two little squirrels they lived in a tree,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
They were so merry, and happy, and free.
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit,--
Don't come near me, says Growly.


The Squirrels were rather afraid of the Bear,
Growly, Growly, Growly,
With his claws, and his teeth, and his shaggy hair;
For their ramble, scramble, chittery tit,
Made too much noise for Growly.


So whenever the Bear came into the wood,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
The Squirrels ran, and dropped their food,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit;
Those nuts are all mine, says Growly.


One day old Bruin lay down in the shade,
Growly, Growly, Growly,--
Under the tree where the Squirrels played,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit!
I'll just take a nap, says Growly.


Old Bruin then began to snore,
Growly, Growly, Growly;
Said the Squirrels,-"We'd rather hear that than a roar;
With a ramble scramble, chittery tit,
We'll wake you up, old Growly!"


So, plump on his nose a nut they dropped,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
When all of a sudden the snoring stopped,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit,-
Plague take the flies!-says Growly.


So he turned him round to sleep again,
Gowly,Growly, Growly,
When down came the nuts like a patter of rain,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit!
It's hailing!-says Sir Growly.


No matter, says Bruin, "I'll have my nap!"
Growly, Growly, Growly;
So he slept again, when tap, tap, tap,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit,-
They pelted him well,-old Growly.


Then up he sprang and looked around,
Growly, Growly, Growly;
But nothing he saw, and he heard no sound
But a ramble, scramble, chittery tit,-
Why, what can it be?-says Growly.


At last he looked up into the tree,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
And there the little rogues saw he,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit!
Why, what's the matter, old Growly?


You often have made the poor Squirrels run,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
So now we thought we would have some fun,
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit!"
It served me right,-says Growly.


And so the old fellow he saw the joke,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
And began to laugh till they thought he'd choke
With a ramble, scramble, Ha, ha, ha!
What a capital joke! says Growly.


Sir Bruin then grew gentle and mild,
Growly, Growly, Growly!
And played with the squirrels like a child
With a ramble, scramble, chittery tit,
And lost the name of Growly.






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