Oh, there once was a bear white as snow,
With magnificent fur, don't you know.
He would sit on the porch,
Light his paw for a torch,
And read lots of good books by the glow.
But one day the polar bear found
He'd absorbed chemicals from the ground.
He kept flicking his BIC,
But the flame wouldn't stick,
Now he sits in the dark, makes no sound.
There's a lesson that's here to be learned,
Not one to be casually spurned.
Sometimes for an animal,
It pays to be flammable.
And the bear, though he's flameless, got burned.
Very good.
How do people like you do things like that! With a reward large as life or a gun to my head I could not be as clever like that in 5 years of trying.