Once there lived a bear named Fuzzy Wuzzy,
His coat was thick, so warm and fuzzy.
Through woods he wandered, proud and spry,
His hair a crown beneath the sky.
But one fine morning, to his despair,
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair!
He woke to find his fur had fled,
His fuzzy coat—completely shed.
“Oh no!” he cried, “What will they say?
A bear with no hair? I’ll hide away!”
He wore a scarf, a hat, some socks,
And hid his shame behind tall rocks.
The woodland critters soon came near,
“Fuzzy Wuzzy, why the fear?
We miss your smile, your cheerful hum.
Come out and play; we won’t make fun!”
With teary eyes, he dropped his disguise,
And faced his friends with great surprise.
They laughed and cheered, “You’re still our bear!
Who cares if you’ve got fuzzy hair?”
Fuzzy learned it’s not your fuzz
That makes you loved for who you was.
So now he strolls both proud and bare,
The happiest bear who’s got no hair.