The plump maid blushes fair
Beneath her thick, brown hair
While her two robust knights
Meet in true, gallant fight.
Anger gleams in their eyes
As they fight for their prize.
They battle with claws
Until one figher falls.
The maiden [. . . ] steps back in fright
As she is wooed and won in fight.
After much bloodshed, she’s matched with her mate
Not because of love, but because of fate.
–Mary G. Hein, ca 1987
Accompanied by a caption in which one bear says, “My sweet love!” and another bear says, “‘Tisn’t love — ’tis fate”.
The original version has “bear” explicitly in the last stanza. Iedited it out for greater poetic effect.