The Sleepwalking Bear

In whispers deep, where shadows creep, The forest sighs, and secrets sleep. Tall trees stand, a leafy crown, Where fuzzy creatures wander down.

Barnaby Bear, a sleepy chap, Took a nap, right in his trap... Of dreams! He walked, eyes shut so tight, Through moonlit woods, in the dead of night!

Rosie Rabbit, twitching nose, Saw Barnaby go, goodness knows Where he was heading! "Wake him up!" She squeaked to Horace, in his cup... Of oak tree tea, that wise old Owl, Whose feathers ruffled with a growl, A worried "Hoo! What shall we do? He'll trip and tumble, that's for true!"

They hopped and flew, a frantic pair, Trying to rouse the sleepwalking bear! Rosie hopped high, and tugged his toe, "Wakey, wakey, Barnaby, ho!" Horace the Owl, with flapping wings, Sang a silly song that nobody sings! "Beary, Beary, big and round, Wake up now, before you're down!"

But Barnaby Bear just mumbled low, "More honey, please... I want some mo'..." He stumbled onward, near the creek, About to splash, a soggy sneak! Rosie gasped, a bunny blur, Then whispered sweetly in his fur, "Follow the honey, Barnaby dear, It's just right here, so have no fear!"

Barnaby sniffed, his nose awoke, He turned around, with a sleepy yoke. He followed the scent, a honeyed trail, Back to his cave, without a wail. He tumbled in, with a happy sigh, And closed his eyes beneath the sky.

Rosie and Horace, perched above, Whispered, "He's safe, that's love!" The sleepwalking bear, tucked in so tight, Dreaming of honey, all through the night! And the forest slept, beneath the moon, Till Barnaby woke, at afternoon!