The Ballad Of The Sighing Bear

The Ballad Of The Sighing Bear ballad

Artwork by Angie Caira.

In the deep dark woods
lived a great brown bear,
he was seven feet tall
but the townsfolk didn’t care
for although the bear was huge
and had fangs and long sharp claws,
all the people would make fun of him
and point out his big flaw.

Have you ever met a bear
who had nothing much to say,
who couldn’t even growl
when he came outside to play?
Well, Bob was his name
and no matter how he tried,
when he opened his big mouth
all he managed was a sigh.

Now in a nearby village
lived a little girl called Sal,
she liked the big old bear
and they’d grown to be good pals.
She was never afraid of Bob
for she loved him well and true,
she was sure he’d never hurt her,
he was gentle through and through.

“I going to stop them laughing”,
decided Sal one sunny day,
“They’re no longer making fun
of my dear friend that way!”
So she came up with a plan
that was certain to succeed
and when the crowd arrived,
she sneaked up into a tree.

When poor old Bob stood up tall
and he raised his great big paws,
showing to all the people
he had long and dangerous claws,
little Sal gave the loudest roar
from the top of her tiny lungs
as he opened his enormous mouth
showing them fierce looking fangs.

The people jumped and screamed
and then ran for their dear lives,
falling over wooden fences
and some buzzing bee hives.
The bees came out and cried,
“What a terrible thing to do!”
and they chased them even further
with the threat of a sting or two.

Bob and Sal just laughed and laughed
as she dropped down from the tree
landing right upon his back,
how they giggled with such glee.
“I bet they’ll all be hiding now
and wondering with a scowl,
where on earth did that silly bear
get his loud and fearsome growl?”

Sal gave Bob a last big hug
and bade her friend goodnight.
“Didn’t we both give them
such a terrible old fright?
Lets do it again tomorrow
and watch them scream and run
from a poor old sighing bear,
who is really such good fun”.

Written on 27th May 2014.
Revised 1st September 2015.

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