As the nights recede, and the chill days lengthen,
finally something clicks within;
then Mister Bear
rumbles awake,
and lumbers forth
from his sleepycave,
blinking at all that light.
There is sunshine, sunshine everywhere,
great golden buckets of it.
The bunnies splash about in it,
like otters in a pond.
“What a wonderful world,”
thinks Mister Bear.
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