Bear Up To the Doors of Deception - Do Not Attempt To Adjust the Knob To Those Outer Limits
I was just stragglin’ through the forest,
searchin’ for a doorknob to lick.
I t’wer findin’ knot hole a’plenty,
not knob fixtures fer tongue to slick.
I was a feelin’ mighty all alone,
when up behind me comes a grizz.
He said, “We’re all in it ta’gether,
though now in fer it more you iz!”
And I sez, “Hold juz minute thar bar!
If in it more iz I than you,
then let me remove this har mask
and address you now as ‘Achoo’”
Well he didn’t take too kindly,
to my Flemish-tossed accent,
but I a told him, “Fer ya swipe me,
might choose to breath deep and repent.”
“Hah,” he sez, defiant,
“We bars no cause to repent!”
Then with mighty paw he cleaves my all,
last blood and breathe now I did vent,
and as Grizz sat back lick’n his chops
t’weren’t too long before he’s green,
and my left ear still stuck ta skull did hear,
him snort, “Damn! Covid-19”
Now four weeks we’s in our decay,
but hungry buzzards and beasts know better,
so the gophers and bugs this trench have dug,
Mr Grizz and I are in it ta’gether.