Abash me, abase me,
Come, bear, I am waiting.
Regard me as berries,
Be grizzly and hairy.
Chase me through the forest,
Rip into my storage,
My gore's red and orange,
Please sip it like porridge.
Yet, tell me you're not dumb
How big grizzly bear rumps,
Behind bears on trail-hunts,
Are still prone to snare-guns.
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