Bears, bears, bears, bears,
They're skipping about their new lairs;
Orion’s standing on his head—
Eluding me at unawares.

But since there be bears, betimes I'll be there,
Where cuddle-cute creatures abound!
I’ll munch on their tawny mahogany hairs
And then I'll but writhe on the ground.

Thank you!

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New York: 1959 Written by Guest on 2004-03-27 20:41:26 It was raining as the Taurus pulled up

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