Once there was a lonely bear, <br />Who lived in the land of I-Don’t-Care; <br />Who did what he did <br />With a shuffle and a shrug, <br />A tear in his eye, <br />And a sad old mug; <br />And every night he said a prayer: <br />“O where is my own true love, love, love? <br />O where is my own true love? ” <br /> <br />Across the sea in the Land-Of-Money, <br />There lived a beautiful, sad, young bunny; <br />Who did what she did <br />With hop and a sigh, <br />And a whimper and a tear <br />In her big blue eye; <br />And every night -now this is funny- <br />She also prayed for her true, true love: <br />“O where is my own true love? ” <br /> <br />And both their prayers flew up in the sky, <br />Past the clouds and the moon so high, <br />Where Someone cared, <br />And Someone heard; <br />Who acted on <br />Their every word, <br />And brought them together in the By-and-By, <br />So they could find their love, love, love, <br />So they each found their own true love...<br /><br />John Bliven Morin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bear-and-the-bunny/
