Polar Bear
William Jay Smith

The polar bear never makes his bed;
He sleeps on a cake of ice instead.
He has no blanket, no quilt, no sheet
Except the rain and snow and sleet.
He drifts about on a white ice floe
While cold winds howl and blizzards blow
And the temperature drops to forty below.
The polar bear never makes his bed;
The blanket he pulls up over his head
Is lined with soft and feathery snow.
If ever he rose and turned on the light,
He would find a world of bathtub white,
And icebergs floating through the night.


The Polar Bear
Jack Prelutsky

The polar bear by being white
Gives up his camouflage at night.
And yet, without a thought or care,
He wander here, meanders there,
And gaily treads the icy floes
Completely unconcened with foes.
For after dark nobody dares
To set out after polar bears.


Bear Coat
Leland B. Jacobs

The polar bear, the polar bear
He has a handsome coat to wear.

But, while it's thick and warm and white,
He has to wear it day and night.

And when the summer comes, poor brute,
He wears it for his swimming suit.

Although his coat is thought so fine,
I'm very glad that it's not mine.