Anonymous

“ So she got into Tiny-cub’s and rested her bones.
Goldenhair was asleep when the three bears came in.
THE BEARS COME HOME AND FIND THEIR PORRIDGE ALL GONE.
Said Big Bruin, “I’m hungry—to eat, let’s begin—
Who has been to my porridge?” he roared with such might;
His voice was like wind down the chimney at night.
"Who has been to my porridge?” growled out Mrs. B——;
Her voice was like cats fighting up in a tree. ”

“ Young Tiny-cub’s bowl, chair, and bed were the best,—
This, big bears and baby bears freely confessed.
Mr. B——, with his wife and his son, went one day
To take a short stroll, and a visit to pay.
He left the door open, “For,” said he, “no doubt
If our friend should call in, he will find us all out.”
It was only two miles from dark Hazel-nut Wood,
In which the great house of the three Bruins stood,
[2] That there lived a young miss, daring, funny, and fair,
And from having bright curls, she was called Goldenhair. ”

“ THE BEAR, WITH HIS WIFE AND SON, TAKES A WALK.
Said she to herself, “To rob bears is no sin;
The three bears have gone out, so I think I’ll go in.”
She entered their parlor, and she saw a great bowl,
And in it a spoon like a hair-cutter’s pole.
“That porridge,” said she “may stay long enough there,
It tastes like the food of the surly old bear,”
She tried Mammy Muff’s, and she said, “Mrs. B——,
I think your taste and my taste will never agree.”
GOLDENHAIR EATS UP TINY-CUB’S PORRIDGE.
Then she tried Tiny-Cub’s bowl, and said, “This is nice ”