Life Cycle

A bear won't care

for the length of his hair

As long as he catches the Duck.

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The ducks don't care

for the paws of the bear

They breaststroke away to the Left.

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The left is where

The otters share

Their hand made frilly gifts.

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The gifts float down

Into the sleepy town

Where Henry the bin bag weeps.

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"Why does he weep?"

His Postbox won't sleep!

He's been known to wake him up.

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Up  the new day

The people they pray

For feild's of plentyful moles.

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The mole sits alone

Be sure it will moan

Of Grammar and more parts of life

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But life is a gift

From the windows that lift

The slippers containing swiss mint

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The mints find their home

Where the pink cupcakes roam

In an undergroud world known as Pole.

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In Pole theres a moose

Who survives off the juice

A bear can wring from a Duck.

The End

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