Throughout the crowd of tulips, free
    And clovers bright and sweet
Walks on with air of royalty
    The bear on heavy feet

His swaying beard a nest of brown
    His soft cape flowing free
Spots he a flare, as he walks down
    The flare of the poppy

Sweet and rich the deep, red hue
    As carries on its scent
But then the honey wafts on through
    And for it search he went

And found a hive of buzzing bees
    And plucked it down from up there
And ate beneath the shady trees
    This lazy, bossy bear