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THE BEAR PIT
IN THE ZOOLOGICAL GARDENS
It seems that poor Bruin has never had peace
'Twixt bald men in Bethel, and wise men in grease.
Old Adage.
'Twixt bald men in Bethel, and wise men in grease.
Old Adage.
We liked the Bear's serio-comical face,
As he loll'd with a lazy, a lumbering grace;
Said Slyboots to me (as if she had got none),
“Papa, let's give Bruin a bit of your bun.”
As he loll'd with a lazy, a lumbering grace;
Said Slyboots to me (as if she had got none),
“Papa, let's give Bruin a bit of your bun.”
Says I, “A plum bun might please wistful old Bruin,
He can't eat the stone that the cruel boy threw in;
Stick yours on the point of mamma's parasol,
And then he will climb to the top of the pole.
He can't eat the stone that the cruel boy threw in;
Stick yours on the point of mamma's parasol,
And then he will climb to the top of the pole.
“Some Bears have got two legs, and some have got more,
Be good to old Bears if they've no legs or four;
Of duty to age you should never be careless,—
My dear, I am bald, and I soon shall be hairless!
Be good to old Bears if they've no legs or four;
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My dear, I am bald, and I soon shall be hairless!
“The gravest aversion exists among Bears
From rude forward persons who give themselves airs,
We know how some graceless young people were maul'd
For plaguing a Prophet, and calling him bald.
From rude forward persons who give themselves airs,
We know how some graceless young people were maul'd
For plaguing a Prophet, and calling him bald.
“Strange ursine devotion! Their dancing-days ended,
Bears die to ‘remove’ what, in life, they defended:
They succour'd the Prophet, and, since that affair,
The bald have a painful regard for the bear.”
Bears die to ‘remove’ what, in life, they defended:
They succour'd the Prophet, and, since that affair,
The bald have a painful regard for the bear.”
My Moral! Small people may read it, and run.
(The Child has my moral—the Bear has my bun.)
(The Child has my moral—the Bear has my bun.)
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