W. a cautionary tale for baby bears

Once upon a time in a cabin in the hills,
three bears decided lifes a drag, so ate some yellow pills,
the daddy bear was on one dancing round and round the shack,
and mummy bear let down her hair and breakdanced on her back,
but baby bear was unaffected, not knowing what to do,
he found the bag of yellow pills and ate another two,
never one for moderation never mind just wait and see,
dear baby bear without a care was happy to take three,

but he'd eaten just right porridge not long before the pill,
so mum and dad went crazy mad to make thier baby ill,
" we have to make him vomit, he's done too much m.d.m.a.,"
" and he's not been drinking water that's why baby bear's turned
grey",
" and at least we knew the max was two when we did it in our
day,"

So once upon a time in a cabin in the hills,
a baby bear with greying hair had done too many pills,
and though he'll live some thoughts he'll give to what made his parents
cry,
and he'll take more care our baby bear, cos it wont be cool to
die,
daddy bear then told him "now listen here my son",
"we can't stop you from poppin pills but lifes a loaded gun,"
"if one bullet's in a revolver you may just hear a click,
but the odds are stacked against you if you've loaded it with
six,"

The moral to this story is, plain for all to see,
for goldilocks had no mention,
she'd done too many E.

R.I.P.