I thought I might give in to my fright.

I was scared of my hair. It had started to fight.

And I thought I might dance all through the night.

That was what they all did, and I thought I just might.

Give me my wish. It's over on that dish.

It's just paper, I know. But it's still my wish

and I hope then I might grow a den.

Like a bear in the woods, I would like to grow it.

Do bears grow their dens or do you suppose they

decide to make those by hand.

Do you think they might give in and say hey

do you think they would sink to the level of my toes.

Do you think they would go over and

drink from the sink over there even though they have

no hands at all that I really know.

Do you think that they care, if I don't have toes? No?