Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the big table he
looks into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?"
Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks
into his big bowl, and it is also empty. "Who's been eating my Porridge?"
Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen and
yells, "For God's sake, how many times do we have to go through this? It
was Momma Bear who got up first, it was Momma Bear who woke everyone in
the house, it was Momma Bear who made the coffee, it was Momma Bear who
unloaded the dishwasher from last night, and put everything away, it was
Momma Bear who went out in the cold early morning air to fetch the
newspaper, it was Momma Bear who set the table, it was Momma Bear who put
the cat out, cleaned the litter box, and filled the cat's water and food
dish, and, now that you've decided to drag your sorry bear-butts
downstairs, and grace Momma Bear's kitchen with your grumpy
presence.....listen good, cause I'm only going to say this one more time
"I HAVEN'T MADE THE DAMN PORRIDGE YET!!!"