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Silly Old Bear
Empty again...Bother...
He's lost his honey to the road
Wavy as the rocky ocean sea
Wavy as the last tidal wave goodbye
Sore thumb of mine, You're empty
As empty as my heart without the honey
As a crust without the meat
Oh, honey of mine, Where have you gone so very fast?
To leave my heart as empty as Pooh's honey pot?
My nose stuck within my curiosity,
As the bees buzz on for more,
More tears to fill my eye, my pot my heart,
And drown my vision,
Oh, bother me, my love, I'm such a foolish bear,
One more telephone ring...1...2...3…4...
It rings so cold, so dead
Like a grouchy clam on the sandy bleating shores of all you are to me,
AS the phone rings on, Just does time fly on,
Slowly as the Frisbee turns on,
slowly as this earth
Turns its paranoid head again
To start a new and empty honey pot day
Like an orange basketball
So tightly-balanced on someone's greedy fingertip
When does she stop her screws to realize
She means the world to me
As much as she turns her paranoid head
So I turn with her
As much as the new and empty days slither on
So I wait AS she waits as well
As sure as the sun tips over the horizon,
So a new one rises on the new full honey pot day,
Waiting for a silly old bears like me.
