Poem: The bear and his hair

One day there was a bear,
He had to cut his hair.

In his face, the hair did fall
He couldn't see at all.

He bumped into a tree,
So he decided to see

The barber Mr Bond
of whom he was quite fond.

Mr Bond, he wasn't there!
The bear looked everywhere.

But as he looked around
The fair, it was in town!

Mr Bond, he always went
To the big circus tent.

Mr Bond was at the fair
So he couldn't cut bear's hair.

The bear he then went home
He hadn't got a comb

He couldn't go to the fair
With really messy hair.

And so on the next day
The fair had gone away

So he went to Mr Bond
And then his hair was goned.

Bear

Hey Darling, What do you call Bears with no ears?
B !!!!!! .............Thats a joke from Uncle Ben!!!

Ha ha ha

Hi Nana

That's very funny!

Love you bye