Just Two Little Feet Poem by Ima Ryma

On two little feet, off I go
To cross that mountain wild and high.
John Muir would be proud, doncha know,
That I would give this trip a try.
So through the thick forest I went,
Careful not to trample too much
All the flora of sight and scent
And sound against when I would touch.
Suddenly right in front of me
Cutest little bear cub showed up.
I wondered where Mama might be,
But soon I knew the answer, yup!

Two little feet, I run like hell
From four bigger feet, time will tell.