Little Bear

Little bear playing with a blue razor blade.

Take that blade away!

Little bear’s eyes

turn black and big like olives

When you squeeze him.

Squeeze him in the middle.

Squeeze him on the left.

Squeeze him on the right.

Watch his eyes darken and grow.

Little bear needs a place to rest.

I’ll make him a Snugli with my belt

And carry him where I go.

 

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