The Bear’s Lament

He loves me or he loves me not,
I guess I'll never know,
With claws like these to pluck the flowers,
My progress is quite slow.

The petals on these flowers too,
Are oh so very small,
To pull them one by one apart,
Is no fun at all.

Since the plants won't play along,
To help me know my fate,
I guess I'll leave it up to luck,
To help me find a mate.