While stumbling my own sorry way
The Forest showed two beasts astray
A bear with sadness marked upon him
A dog that hated things that rhyme.
The bear did sit, then counted each,
The dog’s three heads each on a leash.
After counting them he saw
The first head busy licking paw,
Another head in its own pocket
The last one cursed out with a racket!
“Look to you and to yourselves
As to the way each one should dwell
For who are you to whine and howl
To call fair things like me so foul?”
The bear sat still and looked at it
Crouching o’er its mound of shit.