I met a bear and fell in love with him. He said, “I’m no teddy bear”. I said, “sure”. I "accidentally" knocked his teeth out, and still he said, “I’m no teddy bear”. I said, “of course you’re not”. While he was sleeping, I cut his nails, and the next morning, he looked my way and said, “I’m no teddy bear”. I nodded reassuringly. All day, he sat in his chair looking out to the forest. I watched him watch the forest. That night, wolves bit and scratched him. He died. I now sit in his chair with his teeth and his nails in my hand. “Goodbye my teddy bear,” I muttered.
Rumble, tumble, jumble. You are my jungle.
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