The Bear and the Bird
How dark and cold the world outside,
How snug the bear within his bed.
But just before the day's sunrise,
A beak, it taps upon his head.
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Alas, for naught, go on his snores,
Again, bird knows touch of despair.
This laziness, she much abhors,
Wants to taste the morning air.
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Alas, she thinks, what can you do?
In this partnership absurd.
Just wait for him to see sleep through,
In partnership, of bear and bird.