Wednesday, July 23, 2014


In Heaven, word quickly spread
That, in an alley in Rheims, a bear
Had found an old cracked pot
And turned it upside down.
Now, with a spoon he’d somewhere found
He was beating out a tune.
Nothing complicated, mind you;
But the rhythm was sly and pleading
And, the angels decided,
One could dance to it.

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