Second Breakfast

The three bears, they went out before breakfast
To wait for their porridge to cool
When they came back, a girl had destroyed it
Which just seems to me rather cruel

Did they chase her away in raw anger?
Did they treat her as their new-found foe?
No, they invited her back to the table
To fill up before she might go

They served her eggs over easy
And pancakes, stack upon stack
Ham and sausage and bacon
Which was just the first course of this snack

There were waffles, French toast, and fry bread
Muffins: berry, banana, and bran
There was fruit from so many seasons
Fresh, frozen, dried, bottled and canned

They had yogurt, and honey, and custard
Orange juice, grape juice, and milk
Coffee with cream and with sugar
And cottage cheese softer than silk

Eggs over easy, well I’ve said that
But also, hard boiled and fried
Some that were made into omelets
And some, as for Easter, were dyed

“Try a little bit more, sweetie, won’t you?
See, you’re hurting our dear mother’s pride!”
“Not one more bite,” she choked out
“And it’s time I was saying good-bye.”

The bears waved as Goldilocks sped off
As fast as her tummy could stand
Killing with kindness is one thing
All bear families do understand