My bear my bear wherefore art thou?*
Doth thy moon not shiver till thy paws warm thy sky?
And hence forth the sun shall once again rise
Giving way to only more bear night lies?
This bear can supply warmth for the goldest moon,
But yet the sun can light her with what makes her to
Swoon, so my bear hath no strength to give her his all,
This bear dark golden, this lone green bag with doll.