Pandas are black. Pandas are white. Their eyes sparkle bright. Their fluffy. Their cuddly. They'll be your best buddy.In China they lay, where they play all days throughout May. They love to pull out greens and feed on what they call their special treat, bamboo.
After their tummies are fed and all goodnights are said, they make their beds. They lay to see what the next day will bring.They dream to see all life being as bright as a ruby ring shimmering in time of need.
They wake to see what the day brings. To their surprise they saw that the sun did not rise. It was dark as night and not at all bright. They sought out help from their most wise. But not even the wise could help the sun rise. They sat and wondered why the the sun was down under.
One panda wondered if the day would bring thunder. The wise looked up to the sky and heard high above the clouds the sounds of thunder. The wise saw that a storm had been born. When all word spread the pandas lay in their beds cowaring until the storm would end.
When the storm had past and the last strike of thunder had blast, you could see the joy in the pands' face for the sun was back in its place. But the pands never understood why the thunder had strook, and they knew they couldn't get their answers from a book. From that day on pandas knew there will be good days and bad, but to sit and be sad will not make the sun come back.
