In a forest so green, under the moon's glow, lived a bear so small, whose name was Tiny Beau.

When stars danced above in the velvety sky, Tiny Bear would tremble, let out a tiny sigh.

'Night is a fright,' Tiny Bear would declare, hiding 'neath covers with none of his care.

One evening, bouncing by, came a bright firefly. 'I'll be your guide amidst the night, oh do give it a try!'

Blinky, the firefly, glowed with a bright sheen, 'Let's face the night! It's not mean, it's serene!'

With a nod and a grin, Tiny Bear took a peek, with Blinky's kind glow, he felt quite meek.

They trotted past trees that whispered with the breeze, and giggled at shadows that danced with ease.

Suddenly, an owl hooted loud and clear, 'Welcome to night, where you have nothing to fear!'

'The stars are your friends,' whispered the wise old owl, 'They sparkle and twinkle and make wise ones howl!'

Tiny Bear felt a warmth growing inside, like a big sunbeam or a gentle tide.

With Blinky's light and Owl's wise might, Tiny Bear believed all would be right.

So now every night, with stars in sight, Tiny Bear steps out, feeling just right.