  “I know a new bear-story,” I said to the little folks, Who surely as the twilight falls, Begin to tease and coax. A bear at the zoo “And did they live in the forest, In a den all deep and dark? And were there three?”—“Yes, three,” I said, “But they lived in the park. “Let’s see! Old Jack, the grizzly, With great white claws, was there; And a mother bear with thick brown coat, And Betty, the little bear! One day, in that pretty wood, With Ninny, the nurse, and all at once They came where the bears’ house stood. “And without so much as knocking To see who was at home, She cried out in a happy voice, ‘Old Grizzly, here I come!’ “And thereupon old Grizzly Began to gaze about; And the mother bear sniffed at the bars, And the baby bear peeped out. “And they thought she must be a fairy, Though, instead of a golden wand, She carried a five-cent paper bag Of peanuts in her hand. “Old Grizzly his red mouth opened As though they tasted good; And the brown bear opened her red mouth To catch one when she could; “And Betty, the greedy baby, Followed the big bears’ style, And held her little fire-red mouth, Wide open all the while. “And Silver-Locks laughed delighted, And thought it wondrous fun, And fed them peanuts from the bag Till she hadn’t another one. “And is that all?” sighed Gold-Locks. “Pshaw, is that all?” cried Ted. “No—one thing more! ’Tis quite, quite time That little folks were in bed!” CLARA DOTY BATES. O—oh! O—oh! Here we go, Now so high, Now so low; Soon, soon, We’ll reach the moon; Hear us sing, See us swing, Up in the old oak-tree. O—oh! O—oh! To and fro, Like the birds, High and low; See us fly To the sky; Hear us sing, On the wing, Up in the old oak-tree. L. A. B. C. Two boats near the shore
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