There once was a boy named Bear
Who did nothing all day but stare
Until that fateful day, yes it's true
That day when his stare turned to blue.
Why this happened... it remains unclear,
Only bear knows the story, of his fear.
Some say he ate ---> something bad
That sat in his stomach, and turned him sad.
Some blame Interference, with the sky blue background,
That seaped into his soul, around his heart it wound.
But why the name change? only this he can tell,
Why Balls McCone and Box Bran-delle!
He can change what he wants, but bear he'll be,
To so many at Interference, this he'll see
Cloyd, Blattus and Uncle Chester-
Have big shoes to fill, and people to pester.
Pink, purple, blue, it's all the same,
Bear is bear and we love his new names.
Blue he became... but we won't let him stay,
Can't have such sadness, on his BIRTHDAY!
So bear, I write, this silly ode to you,
Chin up, head high, no reason to be blue,
It's your Birthday, so you're older, what's twenty?
A number in which above that I have plenty!
Celebrate, be merry and have lot's of fun!
Stay away from the computer, go get some sun.
Play in the snow, drink some beer-
When you return, we'll all still be right here.
We'll sing and we'll dance and we'll jump up and down!
We'll drink and we'll play and we'll wipe off that frown!
It's your Birthday! Yahooo! Hip hip hooray!
I'm sorry this poem sucks, I have nothing left to say.
H A P P Y B I R T H D A Y B E A R!!
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...the steam of my misfortunes, has given me the power to be afraid.
