Poem for the Day Some years ago I was asked if I could write a poem about a teddy bear! At the time I was appearing in a production of The Pirates of Penzance and one of my props was a teddy bear named, appropriately enough, Gilbert so, here is The Wonderful Story of Gilbert Bear. You know Baloo and Pooh-Bear, and Paddington and such, Well here’s a bear I hope you’ll like, I hope so very much. His name is Gilbert, he’s my bear, I love him lots and lots, He furry, fat and likes to wear bow ties with yellow spots. Bow ties with yellow spots, He likes to wear a lot. This stylish, well-dressed Gilbert Bear Is wearing polka dots. He is a very proper bear, he knows his “P’s” and “Q’s”, And when it’s time for dinner he knows just which knife to use. He understands nine languages, and I’m sure you will agree, That this is very clever for a bear who’s only three. Although he’s only three, I’m sure you will agree, That Gilbert, without question, Is a bear of pedigree. One day he saw some soldiers who were marching on the grass, He thought them very smart indeed, and saluted as they passed. The soldiers all saluted back and called to Gilbert Bear, “We’ve made you General-in-Charge of soldiers everywhere.” Once they saw him there, They called to Gilbert Bear, “You’re just the sort of chap to lead Toy soldiers everywhere.” He is very good at English, though not so good at sums, He likes to play piano, the trombone and the drums. His musical ambition, though he hasn’t done it yet, Is to sing the counter-tenor in a barber-shop quartet. Though he hasn’t done it yet, His mind is firmly set, One day to lead the singing in A barber-shop quartet. On holiday at the seaside he was walking on the sand, When he heard some music coming from the promenade brass band. He had his trombone with him so he joined in the parade, And the people cheered for Gilbert Bear and all the tunes he played. He joined in the parade Upon the esplanade. And the people cheered for Gilbert Bear And all the tunes he played At home he likes to garden, his flower beds are nice, He likes to keep an eye on them while eating chocolate ice. But the most enjoyable gardening for this unusual bear Is to lie with both his feet up in his favourite garden chair. The garden, though it’s there, Can never quite compare To lying with both his feet up In a favourite garden chair. And at the end of every day when all his work is done, And after tea with scones and jam and home-made currant bun, He kneels down in his bedroom, and bows his furry head, For even bears must say their prayers before they go to bed. He kneels beside his bed, That’s where these things are said. And even bears must say their prayers Before they go to bed The Wonderful Story of Gilbert Bear Bill Adair
Posted on: Sat, 31 May 2014 07:46:43 +0000
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