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, Summering outside of her den The cub grew regretful, and often quite fretful, As she walked in the forest again Maybe life offered more, 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
