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The Bear’s Picnic
The notice on the park gates
Said “Picnic – bring and share”
So I rushed to pack my basket
I’m a picnic sort of bear!
But the first group that I came upon
They wouldn’t speak to me
They huddled close together
So that not an inch was free
One said “No, we are vegans
Who live on lentil stew
That basket might have sausage rolls
We cannot sit with you”.
The next, in deep discussion,
Thought my bonnet looked too quaint.
“Not Zen, or Theravada?
Then one of us, you ain’t”
And every group I found there
Was a club with strictest rules
They didn’t welcome teddy bears
Unbelievers, not-us fools.
I trailed off with my basket,
Big tears falling on my fur,
A caring, sharing teddy bear
But no one would share with her.
Then a big fat chap with earlobes
Said “Please come and join my mates
They’re a nicer bunch of people
And we’re over by the lake.”
I shared curry with a blue man
And his son (an elephant head ???)
And a gentle Jewish carpenter
Had loads of fish and bread
Two old chaps with long beards were great
But wouldn’t eat the pig
So they gave me of their falafel
And I shared a pound of figs!
A lovely Asian lady
Had brought rice cakes for us all
There was food and chat and music
I really had a ball!
Then, as the sun was setting
And I packed my bag to go
They said “Just ignore the others
They really do not know”
So I thanked them for the picnic
Like a well-brought-up young bear
And each one kissed and blessed me
“Blessed be the bears who share”.