Sid the Bear, he had no hair,
He wandered through his wood.
He had no hair, he didn’t care,
Being hairless felt real good.
Sid the Bear, he had a bike,
He rode it by the lake.
He had a bike, rode over a spike,
Oh what a big mistake.
Sid the Bear, he fancied lunch,
he felt like eating pickle.
He took a bite, a nice big CRUNCH!
Then his belly began to tickle.
Sid the Bear, began to yawn,
Was it time to go to sleep?
Shhh Sid the bear laid on the lawn,
He’s snoring, go take a peep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem