Hoppy Birthday, Juanita!

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know.

 Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful!

Know what? We're having a Hoppy Birthday party for our buddy, Juanita. It's a surprise. Juanita lives in Newfoundland and Labrador. I know where that is. It's the first province on the right. Miss Jackie, my teacher at the Scruffy Maple Day Care Centre, she taught me that. Newfoundland and Labrador are in O Canada our Home and Native Land. Queen Elizabeth is the big boss. We live next door to the Knighted States but they have a different boss.

 We put up a Hoppy Birthday sign with Scottish tape. We blew up some great big balloons, too! We got a present for Juanita. Guess what we got her? Can you guess? We saved up all our Canadian Tire Money and we got two boxes of Smarties for her. Smarties are yummy and and sweet and sticky and that's three of the four food groups in Canada's Food Guide. I didn't let Chance open the boxes. He licks the Smarties and then he's all covered with colours and chocolate. He's a real handful, you know. We're gonna put the Smarties in the shiny gold boxes. Juanita doesn't need Smarties that Chance licked. That's not polite, you know.

Oh! Wait! There's more! James helped us cook cubcakes for Juanita. We cook them in the oven. I l-o-v-e cubcakes. Know what cubcakes are? They're eensy, weensy, teeny, little, tiny baby bear cakes just the right size for one bear cub to eat. That's why they're called cubcakes, you know. We put green icing on them and little tiny sugar shamrocks on the tops. Chance got green icing on his nose. He looks funny but he tastes good. James says, "My son! Bless your little cotton heart, you're 'wearin' the green.' "I don't know what that means but James says he'll tell us the story on March 17th.

Then James lighted up the candles so we could sing our song. Chance is a newborn cubby. He doesn't really sing but he makes squeaky noises 'cuz he's a happy little cubby. He's cute. Here's our song.

Hoppy Birthday, to you!

Hoppy Birthday, to you!

Hoppy Birthday, Juanita!

Hoppy Birthday, to you!

Bonne fete, a toi!

Bonne fete, a toi!

Bonne fete, chere Juanita!

Bonne fete, a toi!

Then when we finished singing I read my Hoppy Birthday Poem. I'm an Internet Poem Star, you know.
Here's my poem for Juanita. Ready?

Cocoa is sweet
But Smarties are sweeter,
Big birthday hugs,
We love you, Juanitar!
THE END.

I always say 'THE END' so you know the poem is finished. Know what? I hope this is Juanita's bestest birthday ever! Now we have to blow out the candles and make a wish and eat the cubcakes!

Oh. Wait! Did you hear that? James is hollering, "Where are my handsome bear cubs? Where are my Sons of Windsor? Where are my Princes of Ontario? That's me! Charles! That's Chance! We're handsome bear cubs. We're Sons of Windsor and Princes of Ontario! We gotta go find James so we can get our ears tickled and our noses kissed.

 This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Do nice things for friends and buddies on their birthdays. Give them surprise Hoppy Birthday parties!  Then you can eat cubcakes and Smarties and drink root beer. You can give presents and sing songs and everything! Oh! Wait! Come over to our house and play with us! We can have a Hoppy Birthday Party together! Okay! Over and out!"

The Visitors' Centre

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy, James. He's forgetful and really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark, you know. I have to look after him. He gets lost, sometimes. Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing. I look after Chance, too. He's a handful!


Know what? Chance and me are at the Ontario Visitors' Centre. We sit right here on this chair and people visit with us. I know what visitors do. They visit. Visitors like to have their picture taken with us. We tell them all about Windsor and Ontario and O Canada--our home and native land. I share poems with them. Poems that I write. I'm an Internet Poem Star, you know.  Here is one of my favourite poems. Ready?

Resistance (by Charles the Handsome Bear Cub)
I don't wanna
Live in Taranna.
THE END.

Folks laugh when I share poems. I know another one. Ready?

Danger (by Charles the Handsome Bear Cub)
Jack and Jill went to the still,
To fetch a pail of whisky.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
Now, isn't whisky risky!
THE END.

I always say 'THE END' so people know I finished.

This is me, Charles the handsome bear cub saying, "Write some poems and share them with visitors. That's what good citizens do. Okay, we gotta go, now. See you soon! Over and out!"

100 Elephants

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me. I live on Sparkle Road with my buddy,  James. He forgets things. He's really old. He was the second Canadian to get off Noah's Ark.   I have to look after him. Oh. Wait! Chance lives with us, too. He's a newborn cubby someone left in a basket on our doorstep. He's a wee little thing.

Look at us! We're playing Hide & Seek. Chance is "it." He has to hide his eyes and count to 100 but he's too little. I count for him. One elephant, two elephants, three elephants. I can count to 100 elephants you know. I'm five, now.

I'm gonna hide someplace Chance won't ever think of. I'm not sure where but I will. I know! I'll hide behind him! Know what? Chance thinks if he closes his eyes he's invisible but he's not.

James and me are Internet Poem Stars. We know a poem about elephants.

Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant -
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone -
(Dear me! I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right.)

Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee -
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)

-- Laura E. Richards

I wish I had an elephant friend. We'd have lots of fun! I wonder what elephants get for Christmas. I'll ask  James. I can hear him hollering, "Ho! Ho! Ho! Where's my handsome bear cubs? Where are the sons of Windsor? Where are the Princes of Ontario?" That's me! I'm a handsome bear cub! I'm a Son of Windsor. I'm a Prince of Ontario. Chance is, too! We're gonna put another sticker on the calendar. It's only 12 days before Santa and Merry Christmas come to our house! This is Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Good-bye for now! Be good citizens! Count 100 elephants! Over and out!"

The MiLL Tavern

Hi. I'm Charles the Bear Cub. You know me.  I live with my buddy,  James, on Sparkle Road. That's next to Sandwich Street. We're at The MiLL Tavern. That's at Mill and Sandwich Streets.  James is talking to people. I put up my feet so I can think better. Thinking isn't so hard when I put my feet up.

Know what? This is a comfy chair. Bill and Aggie are the nice people who own this place. They have a website. www.themillonsandwich.com Know what? I want French fries and chocolate milk. They're yummy and yummy is one of the four food groups in the Canada Food Guide. Some nights there is music at the MiLL. I like music. My favouritest song is Rubber Duckie. Oh. Wait. I like songs by Raffi, too. Know what? I could be a singer. I'd sing songs about bear cubs. I'd sing about  James, too. We're on the internet, you know. We're internet poem stars 'cuz we know lost of poems. Here is one--

The dinosaur,
A beast of yore,
Doesn't live here,
Anymore.
THE END.

Gotta go. My French fries are getting cold. This is me, Charles the Bear Cub saying, "Be good citizens. Eat all four food groups. Over and out!"