I was walking through the woods when I met three bears
and they told me about a girl who sat in their chairs
And she ate their porridge and she slept in their bed
And at the end of the ordeal they wanted her dead
Now she was a little girl, not that old
And she had blonde hair but some say gold
Was she a delinquent? Well she’d been around the blocks.
And everyone called her Goldilocks
I said Goldilocks, Why’d you eat the porridge?
Goldilocks, Just stay out of those chairs!
Now Goldilocks, you must be crazy for messing around with those three bears
Goldilocks was picky so the story went
Too this Too that, whatever that meant
But when it came to one bear, she didn’t put up a fight
Never this or that but always just right
And when the bears found her they gave her quite a scare
Little Goldilocks got the heck out of there!
I said Goldilocks, Why’d you eat the porridge?
Goldilocks, Just stay out of those chairs!
Now Goldilocks, you must be crazy for messing around with those three bears
That was the last the bears saw of her
She’ll never come back of that I am sure
Goldilocks was breaking and entering too
And if the bears had caught her she’d be Gold Stew
So the moral of this story that was so crazy
Make your own porridge, don’t be lazy!
TADAAAAA! Hope you liked it!
*Okay not really I treat, I was going to post this anyway...
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