Three Bears Norse by Jo Walton

An old home, a bear home, remote from human haunts,
Wallgirt and weatherwarded, where ones wise in woodcraft,
Lick into new life, a baby, a bear cub,
Safe among saplings, far in the forest.

Till one comes slyly, girlchild, goldilocks,
Softhanded, seeker of secrets, pamperling, pretty one,
"No!" never heard she, dancing like dandelion,
Stealing twixt treeboughs, spies out the bearhouse.

Fast closed stands the door, bears are gone from home,
In rushes Dandelion, doorbreaker,
greedy one, no thought spared for holy guestlaw,
Spoiled child, undenied, heart set on plunder.

First seizes three chairs, orderly, big to small,
Claims each and tries each, breaking the smallest.
Next finds the oatslop, orderly, big to small,
Claims each and tries each, eating the smallest.

Onwards goes Dandelion, breaker of guestlaw,
Turning from oatslop, yawning, bedwards,
Slinks up the stairs, three beds, big to small,
Orderly, tries each, sleeps on the smallest.

Bears, heading homewards, sleepy as sun seeks sea,
Father foremost, bearcub beside him, bear mother guarding rear,
Stop, scenting surprise, coming on cautiously
Find their door opened, blown on wild winds.

"Who?" asks bearfather, "Dared to sit in my chair?"
"Who?" growls bearmother, "Dared to sit in my chair?"
"Who," howls bear cub "Dared to sit in my chair,
Breaking it to scattered shards? I vow revenge."

"Who?" asks bearfather, "Dared to taste my oatslop?"
"Who?" growls bearmother, "Dared to taste my oatslop?"
"Who," howls bear cub "Dared to eat my oatslop,
Eating it all up? I vow revenge!"

Upstairs, at long last, learn of the lawbreaker,
Sleeping serenely, stuffed with their oatslop,
Wakes for an instant, seeing them, simpers, screams,
Bear teeth, bear claws, shred her, sunder her,
so perish lawbreakers.