Once there was a lonely bear,
Who lived in the land of I-Don’t-Care;
Who did what he did
With a shuffle and a shrug,
A tear in his eye,
And a sad old mug;
And every night he said a prayer:
“O where is my own true love, love, love?
O where is my own true love? ”
Across the sea in the Land-Of-Money,
There lived a beautiful, sad, young bunny;
Who did what she did
With hop and a sigh,
And a whimper and a tear
In her big blue eye;
And every night -now this is funny-
She also prayed for her true, true love:
“O where is my own true love? ”
And both their prayers flew up in the sky,
Past the clouds and the moon so high,
Where Someone cared,
And Someone heard;
Who acted on
Their every word,
And brought them together in the By-and-By,
So they could find their love, love, love,
So they each found their own true love...
John Bliven Morin
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bear-and-the-bunny/
