Oh, Teddy Bear, dear Teddy,though you're gone these many years,I recall with deep affectionhow I nibbled on your ears,I can hardly keep from smiling,and my heart beats fast and glows,when I think about the morningthat I twisted off your nose.Teddy Bear, you didn't whimper,Teddy Bear, you didn't pout,when I reached in with my fingersand I tore your tummy out,and you didn't even mumbleor emit the faintest cries,when I pulled your little paws off,when I bit your button eyes.Yes, you sat beside me calmly,and you didn't once protest,when I ripped apart the stuffingthat was packed inside your chest,and you didn't seem to noticewhen I yanked out all your hair—it's been ages since I've seen you,but I miss you, Teddy Bear.
I'm a basic boneless chicken,yes, I have no bones inside,I'm without a trace of rib cage,yet I hold myself with pride,other hens appear offendedby my total lack of bones,they discuss me impolitelyin derogatory tones.I am absolutely boneless,I am boneless through and through,I have neither neck nor thighbones,and my back is boneless too,and I haven't got a wishbone,not a bone within my breast,so I rarely care to travelfrom the comfort of my nest.I have feathers fine and fluffy,I have lovely little wings,but I lack the superstructureto support these splendid things.Since a chicken finds it trickyto parade on boneless legs,I stick closely to the hen house,laying little scrambled eggs.
Yubbazubbies, you are yummy,you are succulent and sweet,you are splendidly delicious,quite delectable to eat,how I smack my lips with relishwhen you bump against my knees,then nuzzle up beside me,chirping, "Eat us if you please!"You are juicy, Yubbazubbies,you are tender, never tough,you are appetizing morsels,I can never get enough,you have captivating flavorsand a tantalizing smell,a bit like candied apple,and a bit like caramel.Yubbazubbies, you are luscious,you are soft and smooth as silk,like a dish of chicken dumplings,or a glass of chocolate milk,even when I'm hardly hungry,I am sure to taste a few,and I'm never disappointed,Yubbazubbies, I love you.
Be glad your nose is on your face"Be glad your nose is on your face,not pasted on some other place,for if it were where it is not,you might dislike your nose a lot.Imagine if your precious nosewere sandwiched in between your toes,that clearly would not be a treat,for you'd be forced to smell your feet.Your nose would be a source of dreadwere it attached atop your head,it soon would drive you to despair,forever tickled by your hair.Within your ear, your nose would bean absolute catastrophe,for when you were obliged to sneeze,your brain would rattle from the breeze.Your nose, instead, through thick and thin,remains between your eyes and chin,not pasted on some other place--be glad your nose is on your face!
My Snowman sadly bowed his head in March, one sunny day, and this is what he softly said before he went away:'In the middle of December I was handsome, round, and tall, now I hardly can remember those December days at all. Oh my stomach's started shrinking, I am losing all my form, and I'm thinking as I'm shrinking that I wish it weren't warm. I can feel my shoulders stooping as my body's getting thin, my nose has started drooping and my mouth has lost its grin, I am surely getting shorter, there is little left of me, my head is but a quarter of the size it used to be. I am getting hard of hearing and my vision's little use, for my ears are disappearing and my eyes are coming loose. Through the icy weeks of winter I stood prouder than a king, now I'm thinner than a splinter, winter's melting into spring!'
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