You know, my boss likes to tell me
That I'm really a polar bear
Not quite sure I agree with him, I mean
I don't have THAT much hair (and it's not white either, so there)
I do like the cold
That's definitely true
I've tried to explain, but well, he's the boss
So what can you do?
I'll admit, sometimes I'm expanding
But my butt's not THAT big
And eating raw fish
Is something I so definitely do not dig
But I could definitely go in
For that whole winter hibernation
Unfortunately, that means I'd have to admit
That I have the proper amount of insulation
And lord knows I'm grouchy
If you wake me up too soon
I mean, is it really asking all that much
To sleep through noon? (for a month or 5?)
So, I guess I'll just have to stick
With my ursine label
But I swear some day
It might just make me a tad unstable *grin*

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