"We're going in the forest.
There's not bears or anything."
Little Charlie, two years old,
Said this to three older boys
At the Barkers' farm in Hills
On the edge of a forest
Home to quite a few black bears.
It was a rainy June day
Just past the summer solstice.
Children visited the farm
In their slickers and Wellies
To feed the chickens, llamas,
Lambs, and goats. Said I, myself,
I'm going in the forest.
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