Bertie was a bear, a little grizzly, not too old,

his cave just near a pretty waterfall,

he loved the summer sunshine and enjoyed the winter cold

'cause Bertie wouldn't hibernate at all!

As all his friends fell fast asleep and left him on his own,

he'd look out from the cage to winter's white,

he'd hear the echoed snoring and then hang his head and moan:

"Why can't they simply go to sleep at night?"

Each evening he would lie there in his corner like a log,

and sleep so peacefully until the dawn,

then up he'd get to face the day, come rain or snow or fog,

he couldn't even bring himself to yawn!

The autumn days would shorten and the birds would cease to sing,

the first few flakes of snow would start to float,

but Bertie was okay, he'd carry on until the spring,

quite warm, in fact, inside his thick fur coat!

In spring his friends would waken, and they'd plan their summer fun,

like catching yummy salmon with their claws,

and sitting in a circle under warming summer sun,

while Bertie told them tales of Santa Claus!

Yes, Bertie loved his Christmas, Santa always came his way,

he'd leave a present: food packed in a crate,

so Bertie didn't have to sleep and waste one precious day,

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