behold my first entry, dated September 4th (friday), 1992. this woulda made me 9 years old. dang, i was smooth. droppin' aesop's fables like nothin', son.
"The Bear With Golden Hair"
Long ago there was a bear
With ice-blue eyes
And golden hair
And pale-pink paws, A bright
black nose, And a shiny, silken
ribbon More red than rose.
But though he was a perfect bear,
he had one secret, deep despair:
he did not have a thing to wear
Except a lot of golden hair.
"I Wish," He'd sigh, "I had a pair Of
socks or shoes In reds and blues.
Some pale plaid pants I'd also choose."
For hours he would sit and muse
On splendid clothes That he would wear
Were he not such a fair-haired bear.
One Wednesday Also long ago,
This gold-haired bear Went
to and fro To see the spring
And sniff the bud, When
Amelia Ellen Whitely
Who was holding him quite tightly,
Tripped a little more than slightly
And he fell into the mud.
Amelia Ellen had to stare
There lay her once-so-golden bear
Now muddied up from here to there.
Now muddied up from there to here,
From toe to toe To ear to ear
To heel to heel To knee to nose;
His ribbon hanging limply down,
A wet and brackish Blackish brown
a lot more mud than rose.
She took him home and ran the tub--
And started in to soap and scrub,
To comb and brush, To rinse and rub.
From dusk she worked Into the dawn,
And as the sunlight lit the lawn
No mud was there upon her bear.
But, oh, Amelia had to stare, His hair was
also gone. then, her needle threaded tightly
Amelia Ellen Whitely Sticked with
energy and care Daily, noon, and
nightly. She made bear pairs of socks
and shoes. In rosey reds and azure blues,
Jackets, Gloves, and pale-plaid pants
At which each passerby would glance,
Exclaiming with approving "oh's."
"I say, my dear, Do give a stare
At yonder very-well-dressed bear.
If I but had such splendid clothes."
Long ago There was a bear Without a
single golden hair. He also did not have
a care. Oh, happy hair-free
carefree bear.
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