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Stuffed Panda Bear


   

  Being born in a town full of lights

On display for all, such a sight

"I want the big one on the top"

Into his bowl, a rewardful ping ball plop

 

Taking him for a ride in a big, metal monster

Growling at him with mounts of backfire

Looking forward to a bed of new friends

A brotherly love, each one of them lends

 

Adventures of trucks and trips to the moon

Hunting a witch, eleven on a broom

Ear torn by ravenous wolves, full of fright

Sewed on by an unworldly, motherly might

 

A view of the stars with a moon, so serene

Bellies full from chocolate ice cream

Get half of the fluff from Andy's white cloud

Only one day, already endowed

 

None can defeat, not Dragon or Cow

Taming Aliens to the echo of "Pow"

Bedtime so near, yet full of boast

Louder than thunder, caring than most

 

There's no others, only you to show

Melted bro of clay or rough dough

Cabinets stuffed, big patches for you

In hopes of one trip, from the car to the moon.  

  

Being born in a town full of lights

On display for all, such a sight

"I want the big one on the top"

Into his bowl, a rewardful ping ball plop

 

Taking him for a ride in a big, metal monster

Growling at him with mounts of backfire

Looking forward to a bed of new friends

A brotherly love, each one of them lends

 

Adventures of trucks and trips to the moon

Hunting a witch, eleven on a broom

Ear torn by ravenous wolves, full of fright

Sewed on by an unworldly, motherly might

 

A view of the stars with a moon, so serene

Bellies full from chocolate ice cream

Get half of the fluff from Andy's white cloud

Only one day, already endowed

 

None can defeat, not Dragon or Cow

Taming Aliens to the echo of "Pow"

Bedtime so near, yet full of boast

Louder than thunder, caring than most

 

There's no others, only you to show

Melted bro of clay or rough dough

Cabinets stuffed, big patches for you

In hopes of one trip, car to the moon

 

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