Have you ever seen a Woozly bear?
They’re handsome creatures, with flowing long hair
They don’t go for honey, or salmon on rocks…
Who wants long and wet stringy locks?
These golden bears love nothing more
Than scoffing acorns, cooked or raw
But they’re littler than the other bears
Despite being blessed with strapping long hairs
A pack of Woozlies is a great delight
When spotted on a clear, dry night
Glow in the dark does golden fur
And glitter in the day, as it were
But rarer these days, less bears you’ll find
Because to forests and wild we’ve not been kind
If only more oaks were here, instead of roads
Then Woozlies would outnumber toads
Instead we have more sloppy frogs
More insects from sticky, smelly bogs
Oh! This golden beast prefers a cosy wood
Like little humans also should
But despite all that, there are some parts
Where Woozlies live with golden hearts
Those lucky people nearby know
There’s golden bears come rain and snow
Out in the wild, having fun
Shining beautifully in the sun
This mightiest of British beasts
Leaving oak trees around every feast
Tough as rocks but soft as grass
They’ll always wave to the local class
That’s just what these bears will do
Be friendly and kind to kids like you.
Don’t feel sorry or think they're bored
If you should be lucky and see them abroad
These Woozlies have varied interests
Like making big, colourful treasure chests
Inside they store all manner of things
Like fairy jewels and magic rings
Woozlies have this trick you see
Of finding surprises near every tree
They keep them round their snuggly nests
Or in pockets on their thick, warm vests
And maybe one day, not too long
There’ll be more places where they’ll throng
Until then let’s count the cost
Of all the Woozlies that we’ve lost
Because no one cared as they should
For bird, or creature, river or wood
With curly and blonde, long flowing hair
This cuddly little bundle’s so rare
You probably don’t believe they're real
But it doesn’t matter how you feel
Because the wonder and magic on which you rely
A Woozly never passes by…
So next time you sing Santa songs
Or feast on chocolate from easter gongs
It’s Woozlies you should hurry to find
Because magic is never far behind.
