But she was impudent and bold,
And cared for none a pin;
So quickly of a spoon laid hold
The porridge to dip in.
And first out of the great Bear's Pot
The porridge she did taste,
Which proving to be very hot
She spat it out in haste.
She burn'd her mouth, at which half mad
She said a naughty word;
A naughty word it was and bad,
As ever could be heard.
The middle Bear's she tasted next,
Which being rather cold,
She disappointed was, and vext,
And with bad words did scold.