So I order the bears to go back to their lairs.
And I say to them, “Bears,
Just look how I’m walking in all the squares!”
But it was only the other day
I happened to overhear somebody say
Of a little boy polished off by a bear
Although he had taken the greatest of care
To step exclusively on each square.
Such blatant contempt for convocations
working towards good puero-ursine relations
heralds the dawn of a New World Order
in which bears respect neither nation nor border.