The Not So Rubbly Bubbly Bath

 

A hungry little bear sat alone on a hill.

Honey jar in paws, ever careful not to spill.

He spoke not a word while opening the jar,

gazing over the meadows and fields afar.

 

Tongue deep in the jar, slurping sweet honey,

He enjoyed the lovely day, so warm and bright and sunny.

Honey drizzled down his chin and all over his front,

“Ugh! I’m all sticky! Egads!” he exclaimed with a grunt!

 

“What will my Mother say,

when she sees me this way?”

“She will want me to bathe and then toss me in the river.”

And with this worrisome thought, his bottom lip started to quiver.

 

Though his hungry tummy now was full,

his bath-time worries grew by the pull.

The sweet honey nearly gone,

he then leaned back with a yawn.

 

With remaining honey now out of reach with his tongue,

The bear remembered a tune which his mother had sung.

He sang it aloud as he wandered back home,

Still fearing he’d soon disappear beneath foam.

 

He sang the verse boldly as he wandered back home,

Still hoping not to be drowned in wretched soap foam.

With icky sticky honey all over his fur,

he crept beside Mother, to hide, snuggle and purr.

 

But a bear is not a cat,

so shouldn’t try to do that.

Bath time was on as he wriggled and squirmed,

dunked in the river, his bath fears confirmed.

 

But since the bears don’t use soap,

There were no reasons to mope.

With no rubbly-bubbly soap in his eyes to cause any tears,

little bear really had no worries to support all his fears.

 

Wee bear shouldn’t have tried to conceal his icky sticky self.

Not when there’s a jar of honey noticed missing from the shelf.

Mothers always seem to know when something is amiss.

Besides, all bath times end with a motherly bear kiss.

 

P.S. from Little Red Bear — The worrying lasted nearly two hours. The bath lasted five minutes.

Images have been created for this piece with the assistance of AI . . .  lovingly prepared and styled for Honey Hill Country and the world of Little Red Bear.