The rain drizzled and spattered, not that it mattered To the little bear cub in her den; As she slept with her mother, her sister and brother On the cool dry ground yet again; Dreaming of sights through long winter nights That existed beyond the glen.
Though she loved all the trees, the honey and bees That summered outside of her den; The cub grew regretful, and often quite fretful As she walked in the forest again; That life offered more and had big things in store Yet here she was stuck in this glen.
One day she roamed far, in pursuit of her star While her family slept in their den; Desperate for change, to see everything strange And she danced with life once again; Thus the cub did not run when a man with a gun Captured her outside the glen.
He kept the cub fed, and provided a bed In a funny old square-shaped den; By the end of one year, it seemed rather clear That she’d found a friend once again; So she was rather puzzled when she was muzzled And taken away from his glen.
Although slightly afraid, she never once strayed When he took her to a vast new den; Then trained her to dance, to swagger and prance Over and over again; She drew a big crowd and they all clapped aloud At her fine life beyond the glen.
Several years later, she became even greater When she moved on to the next den; A huge cement box, with metal bars and locks And the throngs returned once again; They’d stop and stare at the cub now a bear ‘Till she’d quite forgotten the old glen.
Yet at times she espied, as the rain fell outside Her family asleep in their den; Dreamt that she walked, frolicked, and talked With her friends in the forest again; And her final vision as death claimed derision Was of a little bear cub in her glen.
