Goldilocks with golden hair,

Was face to face with three big bears.

She had been awoken from her slumber, 

from a roar as loud as thunder.

And poor Goldy let out a squark

But then the youngest began to talk

“You ate our porridge and you broke our chairs”,

“That wasn’t me. Please. I swear.”

Goldy looked for a way out,

But before she knew it she was snout to snout,

With Father Bear, What a scary fiend?

And there she met her unpleasant end.

She was knocked out cold by Baby Bear

Who’d hit her with his broken chair.

And Mother Bear with her big round tush

Sat on her until she turned to mush

Then they put her in a pot

and made it uncomfortably hot.

And soon she was nought, but a homemade stew

And fed to the townsfolk at the fair in June.