The Dancing Bear

          The Dancing Bear

I sang to you

when you were small

When you fit yourself

within  the crook 

of a single arm

I sang to  you

each day and night

of frogs and dogs

and magic sheep

Of, oh, so many things

But most of all

I sang to you

of a dancing bear

The magic song

that worked it's way

It always soothed 

and calmed you down

It brought you peace

And almost every single time

you fell asleep

just before the end

But dancing bears grow up

it seems

They turn back 

unto the wild

If you meet them 

then and there

they may not dance

but rend and tear

They are not bad

nor evil things

They're simply bears

It is their nature

It's how they're made

It is what it is

and they are 

what they are

So you must love them 

as they are

Or love them 

not at all