There was a bear that I once saw
Who loved green tea and ate eggs raw
He was really a cuddly bear
In his mouth was a golden pear
But he had a thorn on his paw
So he carried his hand in a neat mansling
He had cool shades with amazing bling
In his other hand was a mug
From which he did always chug
He would sing, oh he did sing!
He walks with the mug held tight in hand
His hair was bleached to the colour of sand
He his little chug mug was green
He enjoyed Lebanese cuisine
He liked his bear-girls sun tanned
On days if you were to pass his cave
And if in the air you feel a shockwave
Do not worry, he's just having fun
It's his party music, it's not a gun
He loves to smoke weed and rave
So if you happen to walk by past
The home of the bear with the hand in the cast
Stop and ask for the little green mug
He'll let you have hearty chug
Of honey-laced strawberry blast
A/N: This one is for Oshi, Naveen, Anaz, Najitha, Gava, Chanuk, Chathu, Thanuri, Ramith, Olly and Gyles; the jokers who put the "fun" back in funeral ;) <3
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