High up in an icy lair
Lived a little polar bear
Snow white, snow bright was her mane,
Malu Bhalu was her name.
Very soon our Malu Bhalu
Learnt the things her parents knew.
Fish to catch, big and small...
Malu was a clever girl.
Malu said to her mother one day:
Ma, I'm going far out to play.
I want to see the things that lie
There beyond the big blue sky.
A little patience, child, said Mum.
In the summer when next it comes.
Summer?... Patience?... What a test!
Malu simply could not rest.
First things first! Malu’s mum
Clasped Malu tight within her arms.
Then she said — her voice was firm
Now my dear you'll have to swim
But Ma! said Malu, what do I know?
How will I? I've never swum before!
Don't worry dear, said Malu's moth
Do as I do, that's all, she advised her
She had no choice, no other way,
Malu had to swim that day.
Tight she gripped her mother's hand.
Into the water, splash! to land.
Brave mother’s brave young daughter!
Doubt and fear she left behind her..
Malu swam with all her might,
It didn’t matter wrong or right.
But swimming came so naturally,
Her mother knew this and all could see.
Fearless was Malu, this she knew.
Not just brave, but special too.
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