Freddy the bear.

Freddy was a bear
He was tall and bare,
Donning a cap, shades and a backpack
He ventured onto the path.

Shrill, dull, shocked, and moaned?
Cries of all types ensued his path.

Metal boxes skewed from their tracks,
Honking and ponking like quacks.

Freddy annoyed, politely asked
" Ye gentlemen of jungle, why the racket?"

Experts of feral plays
Exclaimed the translation in dismay
"Blood and bones to chew he wants,
Judgment of wild is here he taunts"

Kids and dolls were left unswayed.
"It must be Honey it wants,
The fresh lot we just bought"

The old and balds wouldn't have it
"I'll tell ya, it's here for that bout
I left undecided"
With trembling hands they swore.


Freddy confused and excited,
"O ye men of lores,
I've come for some honey and cods
Come with proof have I,
Bhageer witnessed your bountiful loads"


Met with same screech like tree men,
Freddy realised thee were men of trade.
He ruffled his backpack front,
Jumbling and mumbling with glee.

Cradling some sparkles and stones,
His meaty paws waved in air.
"Come with sparkles have I!
Just like Bhageer told,
The fresh and big from my own shore"


The people of fear were struck awe
Of opals and greens, sapphires and rubies,
Must be worth a yacht they cried.

"Its trophies of past, it shows
To sunder our mental fort,
Harth no fear, we shall prevail!"
Howled the fanatics of plays.


Maidens and mother's screamed,
Aghast and miffed,
What a loss of ornaments they wondered.


Little girls and boys
Marched forth with valour.
With baskets and boxes
Of honey and biscuits.


"Little ones of charge,
I thank ye for this trade."
With slurp and gulp,
Freddy chirped like bird,
Quickly trotting to his
Honey and cods.


Click of a metal snap,
And a burst of a barrel
Boom went a ball straight to Freddy's skull.


"Keep ya children at bay you lots,
Grizzlies like them fresh and hot."

With a chuckle of victory,
Men of purple and silver march,
Holstering their scythes
Unwilling and disappointed,
All but one.