She visits the Lincoln Park Zoo,
A little girl, with Papa Bear.
She talks and talks as humans do.
But Papa doesn't seem to care.
'What kind of porridge do you eat? '
She asks, 'And is it cold or hot? '
'Is your chair a big or small seat? '
'And is it breakable or not? '
'Is your bed too soft or too hard? '
'Is your house in these woods? Which way? '
He listened in silent regard.
Papa Bear finally does say,
'I like a little girl that talks, '
'As long as she's not Goldilocks.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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