The Polar Bear

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Once upon a snowdrift dreary,
As I lay there tired and weary,
Suddenly there did appear
A clanging noise upon my ears.

A little friend had come to call,
I really shouldn't mind at all.
His name is Frank and we all know,
He's a tad bit weird from eating snow.

Those things he got to clang and bang,
Brought my friends running, the whole darn gang.
People kind of think we're bored out here,
But that's truly not the case my dear.

Life on an iceburg is quite complete.
Our fur keeps us warm, and our friends are neat!
And sometimes an ocean liner comes on by,
Leaving goodies for us to play with and try.

Like Franks new toys came the other night,
Out on the aftdeck there was a terrible fight.
These musicians in tuxes got totally pissed,
"Splash" went their instruments, Franks head was just missed.

The tuba sunk quickly, but the cymbals did float,
And Frank being Frank, did not miss the boat!
He grabbed the two shiny things and headed for home,
Just my luck he spots me, napping quietly alone.

Frank is now wearing a cymbal attached to his rear.
Arousing a polar bear like that should cause fear.
We're really quite mellow, but surprises make us cranky,
I didn't wake up happy - just go and ask Frankie!