The Man And The Bear He makes his bed in the morning And he writes in the afternoon, Then he formally dines in the evening Before he returns to his room. The hedges are trimmed with the clippers And the pantry is stocked with some care, But the attic has never been entered Because in it roams a large bear. Sometimes he hears the bear snuffling Or a sound like the scratching of walls, But never in daylight is missing His wife or his friends or his dog. But one day he came down for breakfast And found sitting there in his chair, This bear in the bonnet and apron His wife wears when making eclairs. “Good morning” he said with some fervour As…