Baby Bear goes downstairs and sits in his small chair at the table.

He looks into his small bowl. It is empty. "Who's been eating my porridge?!!" he squeaks.

Papa Bear arrives at the big table and sits in his big chair. He looks into his bowl, and it is also empty. "A who eat mi porridge?!!", he roars.

Momma Bear puts her head through the serving hatch from the kitchen And yells at the top of her voice, "Ah me get up first and wake everybody else ina de house. A me mek de coffee, a me unload de dishwasher from las night and put weh everyting.

A me go out ina de cold morning air and fetch de newspaper. A me set de table. An a me put out de kyat, clean de litter tray and fill de water and food dish. An now unuh decide fe drag your sorry bear-asses downstairs and grace mi kitchen wid unuh grumpy self!

Let me tell you dis once an for all. "NUH RAAS PORRIDGE NO MEK YET!!"