."
Then she tried Tiny-Cub's bowl, and said, "This is nice;
I will put in some salt, and of bread a thick slice."
The porridge she eat soon made her so great,
The chair that she sat on broke down with her weight;
The bottom fell out, and she cried in dismay,
"This is Tiny-cub's chair, and oh, what will he say?
His papa is, I know, the most savage of bears,--
His mamma is a fury; but for her who cares?
I'm sure I do not; and then, as for her son,
That young bear, Tiny-cub--from him shall I run?
No, not I, indeed; but I will not sit here--
I shall next break the floor through--that's what I most fear;"
So up-stairs she ran, and there three beds she found
She looked under each one, and she looked all around;
But no one she saw, so she got into bed--
It was surly old Bruin's, and well stuffed with lead.
Mammy Muffs next she tried; it was stuffed with round stones,
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.
"WHO HAS BEEN TO MY PORRIDGE AND EATEN IT ALL?"
Young Tiny-cub said, in a voice very small,
"WHO HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY GREAT ARM CHAIR?"
In voice like a thunder-storm, roared the big bear.
"WHO HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY GOOD ARM CHAIR?"
Growled out Mammy Muff, like a sow in despair.
"WHO HAS SAT IN MY NICE CHAIR, AND BROKEN IT DOWN?"
Young Tiny-cub said, and so fierce was his frown,
That his mother with pride to his father said, "There!
See our pet Tiny-cub can look just like a bear,"
So roaring, and growling, and frowning, the bears,
One after the other, came running up-stairs.
"WHO HAS BEEN UPON MY BED?" old Bruin roared out,
In a voice just like rain down a large water-spout.
"WHO HAS BEEN UPON MY BED?" growled out Mammy Muff,
In a voice like her husband's, but not quite so rough.
"WHO IS LYING ON MY BED?" said young Tiny-Cub,
In a voice like hot water poured into a tub.
And Tiny-cub's breath was so hot as he spoke,
That Goldenhair dreamt of hot water, and woke.
She opened her eyes, and she saw the three bears,
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