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Ray Moore United Kingdom (8/14/2014 8:14:00 AM)

l am looking for a poem l read in school in the 1940, s..lt is called The Haunt Of The Grizeely, lzzely Bear, can anyone help please.

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  • Gold Star - 5,611 Points Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black (8/15/2014 6:18:00 PM) Post reply
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    Cute poem..

  • Veteran Poet - 1,693 Points Laura Burns (8/14/2014 3:23:00 PM) Post reply

    by Nancy M. Hayes

    Away in the forest all darksome and deep,
    The wolves went a-hunting when men were asleep;
    And the cunning old wolves were so patient and wise,
    As they taught the young cubs how to see with their eyes,
    How to smell with their noses and hear with their ears,
    And what a wolf hunts for and what a wolf fears.
    Of danger they warned: " Cubs, you mustn't go there -
    It's the home of the Grizzily-izzily Bear."

    The cubs in the pack very soon understood
    If they followed the Wolf-law the hunting was good,
    And the old wolves who'd hunted long winters ago,
    Knew better than they did the right way to go.
    But one silly cub thought he always was right,
    And he settled to do his OWN hunting one night.
    He laughed at the warning - said HE didn't care
    For the Grizzily-izzily Bear!

    So, when all his elders were hot on the track,
    " I'm off now he barked to the cubs of the pack.
    " I'll have some adventures - don't mind what you say! "
    A wave of his paw - and he bounded away.
    He bounded away till he came very soon,
    Where the edge of the forest lay white in the moon,
    To what he'd been warned of - that terrible lair -
    The haunt of the Grizzily - izzily Bear!

    He came...and what happened?Alas! to the pack
    That poor silly Wolf-cub has never come back.
    And once, in a neat little heap on the ground,
    The end of a tail and a whisker were found,
    Some fur, and a nose-tip - a bristle or two,
    And the kindly old wolves shook their heads, for they knew
    It was all of his nice little feast he could spare,
    That Grizzily-izzily-izzily Bear.
    W o-o-o-o-o-ww!

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