“ So she got into Tiny-cub's and rested her bones.
Goldenhair was asleep when the three bears came in.
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. ”

“ But big Bruin was angry, and shouted out, "No!
You had no right to come hither, and now you shan't go.
What we mean to do with you, ere long you shall find;
You can lie there and cry till I make up my mind." ”

“ Had a great granite bowl, and a cast-iron chair.
Mammy Muff's bowl and chair you would no doubt prefer—⁠
They were both made of brick-bats, but both suited her.
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." ”