The Little Bear

The Little Bear by Adam Tilbrook

The little bear
His poor arm
Has a tear
The insides pouring out.
Soon nothing was there
It was as empty as his heart.
But his mother showed care
Like they always do.
When he felt sad he was given pear
The pear let out a FAT *crunch*
The bear loved his lunch.
That little was fixed in a jiff
Thanks to his mum.
He lives happily in his house near a cliff.
That bears arm is as soft as cloud.