New Forest

In the forest of all things new,

Our mother says there is no food

The rabbits are gone,

The squirrels are too,

All that's left are the big brown bears,

All comfortable in their dens

They have taken all the food

Not to eat it, but to sell it.

In the forest of all things new, 

Mother says she'll get us food.

We wonder how she will

If not from here, then where?

She comes back with a mouse,

A small one for us three.

We have to share the mouse.

For the bears have decided

This is how it has to be.