J-ust let the Saturday sky
U-se February eleventh day;
D-on't let Friday fog take
Y-our shining sun away.
P-ouring rain is kept
O-ut of the new horizon;
N-o more mist and haze,
G-ray yields to the beacon.
C-ats, dogs, and birds are nice,
O-ne lion befriends the tiger;
L-et your heart be kind to the beautiful brown bear.
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